With less-experienced sexual partners, I’m cautious with what I introduce them to, for the first little while; careful not to overwhelm them with anything too intense, too early. Especially when it comes to experimenting in harder kinks. Everyone’s nervous to try that for the first time, right?
But, I confess—sometimes, I feel tempted to take advantage of how they have no idea what to expect from me.
How much fun it would be to dance around the subject, pretending I have something truly shameful to admit. Eventually, I would tell them I had a kink for the most fucked-up thing I can think of, the kind of fetish that would make any sensible person run for the hills... But they’re so enamoured with me, they would be willing to give it a shot, no matter how they cringe at the thought of this being visited upon their body. I would give them an earnest kiss, thank them from the bottom of my heart. And a few days later, they would come to me, ready.
But as they made some shy, fumbling attempt to initiate a session of whatever I’d convinced them I was into, I would sit back and laugh, then laugh harder when they looked up at me all confused. You would have really done that shit? I would knock them to the floor, push inside them without any warning, fuck them hard and merciless as I stared right into their bewildered eyes. Can’t believe you fell for it, you stupid fucking baby—or, no, was it a relief? Did you actually want to give it a try? Excited to show off, to debase yourself for me?
How much fun it would be to make them come on my cock while they’re frantically denying that they really would have gone so far. But we would both know they’re lying, right? There’s nothing they wouldn’t do for me.