Temptation overcame me in my drunken state and before I knew it I was kneeling, being strangled and slapped as he fucked my throat. Deeply.  

My attraction to him is two parts desire, one part fear. There’s something intoxicating about a man who inflicts cruelty for a living. And when an open palm didn’t sting anymore I asked for a closed fist in the nearly-dark…  

He’s young and I’m young and neither of us want anything more from each other than orgasms. What a relief and a luxurious feeling – to indulge our vices without emotional commitment or expectations.  

I’ve been touching myself to the thought of him for weeks now, and for once fantasy wasn’t sweeter than the flesh.