The Importance of Staying on Brand

Swipe. Swipe. Swipe. Ugh. This is dull as ditchwater. Travel, partner in crime, more travel, active life, eat clean, travel, travel, travel, sapiosexual. I think I am going to die of boredom. These women are all perfectly lovely, but can’t someone say something original?

Damn, look at her! “Comes at a price.” A price? What’s her deal? I wonder if she’s a working girl. Regardless, she’s gorgeous. But not really my thing. I should let this one go, but, ahhh, I’m curious. I’m not agreeing to anything, and it’s extremely unlikely she will swipe right on me anyway. What harm could come of it?

Bing! *You have a new match.*

Wow, I wasn’t expecting that. I wonder if she’s even a real person.

“Hi Sara, I’m intrigued by your profile. Tell me more.”

“Hello James, I’m so glad we matched. I’m very straightforward, to the point of being blunt. I’m not looking for a relationship, you got that, right? I’m looking for a one night sexual encounter, and I’m open to almost anything, within reason, but I have one condition, and it’s non-negotiable.”

“I’m even more intrigued, although you may find my taste to be rather conservative, given your appetite.”

“Conservative is fine, but the condition is anything but conservative. It would be better if told you over the phone.”

“I’m all curiosity. Here’s my number…”

“Hello? Sara?”

“Hi James.”

“Nice to connect. How’s your evening?”

“It’s fine. I will get right to the point. Here’s my deal. What I want in exchange for sleeping with you, and doing pretty much anything you want, is I get to brand you.”

“Whoa! Did you say brand? Like with a hot iron?”

“Exactly. Finally someone who understands without a lengthy explanation. You wouldn’t believe how many men have no idea what I’m talking about.”

“Wow, Sara, that’s insane. Is that some sort of domination-ownership thing for you? Like then I’m your slave forever?”

“No, not at all. Not a slave thing. And definitely not forever. It’s just my little … turn-on.”

“Well, that’s quite a price. I appreciate you being so forthcoming, but that’s not something I see myself agreeing to.”

“Wait, before you dismiss it so quickly, let me explain a little further. My brand is actually quite small. I’m not saying it won’t hurt, because it will hurt a lot, but it’s manageable. It will leave a scar, but the scar will be small and you can choose any place on your body, so it can be completely inconspicuous. And the pain is an intense sensory experience by itself. It’s the kind of experience everyone should have at least once. And afterwards, trust me, I will make it worth your while. Don’t dismiss it out of hand. It could open up doors for you that you didn’t even know were closed.”

And that is the beginning of how I came to have a small, odd, S-shaped scar on the back of my left ankle.

It’s Totally Cool

“You can totally go there and use the pool. You should definitely go. The pool is amazing and it’s totally cool. The gate is locked but the key is hidden in their little garden planting thing on the side. Seriously, please do it. It’s just you can’t go in the house because the owners might get weirded out and the alarm is absurdly complicated anyway. If you have to pee, there’s a mini-bathroom in the poolhouse which is never locked.” And with that invitation from my friend who was house-sitting for this couple she knew, I decided how I was going to spend my Tuesday afternoon. I packed up some snacks and a bottle of ice water and drove over there. The house was up on a hill in a nondescript neighborhood and looked unremarkable from the front. I had no problem finding the key and let myself in, propping the gate door open while I replaced the key. There was a walkway along the side of the house leading to the back deck. When I emerged from the shadow of the house onto the deck, my breath caught. The view of the city below was astounding and there were all these amazing plantings around the deck.

I thought this is the perfect way to unwind. I could feel my mood soar. It was a flawless summer day with the barest hint of a breeze and not so much as a wisp of cloud in the sky anywhere. I had my bikini on under my cutoffs and shirt, which I got rid of immediately and dove into the crystal clear blue water. The temperature was perfect, not a bit of chill at all, and I dove right to the bottom and turned over to look up at the sunlight filtering down through the water. “This is heaven,” I thought.

After I got out and dried off, I lathered on the sunscreen and got a bit of a slight tingle as I covered my stomach and shoulders. I looked around, taking in the situation, and realized the deck could only be seen from the house or maybe an airplane flying directly overhead. None of the neighbors’ houses could see down into the deck area. My heart started beating just a tiny bit faster as I decided to get rid of my top. As I put sunscreen on my now bare chest, I tried to remember the last time I had been topless in the sun. It had definitely been a while, too long. I took an extra moment of rubbing and enjoyed feeling my nipples stiffen. I could hear a locust buzzing in a far off tree and I thought it was the sound of a perfect lazy summer afternoon as I settled in to a chaise. It did not take long before the soft fog of sleep folded around me and I drifted away.

When I woke, I had no idea how long I had been asleep. The sun was still high in the sky and I was covered with a light sheen of sweat. I took a drink of water, and savored the haze of being not quite awake. My body felt relaxed with the warmth of the sun soaking into my muscles. I absent-mindedly started playing with my nipple, which sprang to life. I took another surveying look around and felt comfortable I was out of sight of any and all.

I dipped a few fingers beneath the waistband of my bikini bottoms and played with the tangle of curls hidden underneath. “Am I going to? Here? Now?” It seemed forbidden, but there was no good reason not to and it was senseless to debate it with myself because it was a foregone conclusion. Of course I was going to. My index finger crept further down and I spread my legs slightly. I lightly traced the line between the top of my thigh and my lips up and down on both sides. My back arched slightly as my hips bucked up in response to my finger. I thought, “Yes, like this. So slowly.” I forced myself to relax my hips, to relax all muscles, to exhale, to make my body go limp. A tiny trickle of sweat ran down my side.

I stayed like that with my fingers buried in my curls and then traced the line running up the middle so slightly. There was just enough sweat on the skin underneath my hair to make my middle finger wet. I slid it down just enough to find my clit peeking out from between my lips. I started with tiny slow circles like I always do, but as the intensity grew, my coordination left me and I switched to straight rubbing. I started to tense and my breathing got ragged and I thought, “No, too quick. I want to draw this out.” I stopped and relaxed my entire body again. After a few breaths, my impatience took over and I returned to my task. I was more sensitive than usual, and I got there faster than I wanted to, but it was so good. Sometimes they come fast, almost out of nowhere, but this one grew steadily with all my muscles slowly going rigid and my back arching and my butt lifting slightly off the cushion.

I was thinking about my ex-boyfriend, the one I had just dumped. He was such a nice guy, and really so good to me in bed, but he was just too dim. After six weeks of fun, I stopped being able to pretend to be excited to see him when I found his conversation to be so dull, so unsatisfying. I had cut him loose, but I still fantasized about the touch of his body on mine, and the way he wrapped his arm all the way around my shoulders as he thrust into me. Even though my finger was only on my clit, I could practically feel him inside me as I got closer and closer to releasing.

Finally, I couldn’t hold back, I didn’t want to hold back, and I let go. My hips bucked and I let out a moan as warmth flooded through me. “That was fantastic,” I thought to myself as I felt the post-orgasmic haze flooding through my limbs and brain. I left my finger where it was and laughed as I lightly touched myself to produce an unbearable tickle in my sensitive, swollen girl part.

“Uh hello there. Um, can I help you? How did you get in? Do you … uh … live here?”

WTF? A man’s voice? I whipped my hand out of my bikini and sat up as a bolt of adrenalin shot through me. There was a man wearing a bathing suit with a towel over his shoulder looking at me quizzically. I frantically grabbed for my shirt, a towel, anything, to cover my chest.

A Risk

I’ve been writing for years, but have shown almost none of what I’ve written to anyone. I am afraid to make my words visible, to let people see. In particular, words about sex. So this piece is straight-up erotica, nothing else. No character development, no story line, just sex, and not even full sex, just a blowjob. And I’m posting it here. It’s a story about taking a risk, but more importantly, it feels like a huge risk to me to post it.

It was an unremarkable day in November, with the exception that is was the Sunday after Thanksgiving. From then until Christmas, New York would be in its annual frenzy of holiday retail. They build a holiday market every year at Columbus Circle with temporary stalls set up for vendors of all sort. They start building the stalls the day after Thanksgiving when the grandstands for the big holiday parade have been cleared away. By Sunday the stalls were built, but not yet occupied, with tarps covering the open sides to keep out the weather and riffraff.

Mila and I had become friends earlier that year, and although we flirted more heavily than prudent for a bachelor and a married woman, we had never crossed a line that would constitute infidelity. We met in a café that afternoon, seeking refuge from the cold and grey. There was just a hint of mist in the air, and even by mid-afternoon the sun already seemed to be failing, giving a sense of intimacy to being tucked inside the warm café.

We had pastries, and, as usual, our banter became lightly flirtatious. When the treats were gone, Mila said, “Let’s walk!” and off we went towards the park. We crossed the avenue and made our way through the unoccupied stalls.

“Hey look, this tarp isn’t tied closed. We could totally sneak in here,” I pointed out. Mila stopped and pulled the tarp back. Without hesitation, she stepped in and pulled my hand. “Whoa, wait, do you think this is a good idea?” I looked around to see if anyone was paying attention. There were numerous people around, but no one was paying us any mind. She tugged again on my arm and I went inside with her.

We pulled the tarp shut, and had the strange sensation of being completely alone in the midst of a crowd. There were people walking by and we could hear snippets of their conversations as they passed. Our eyes adjusted to the dim half-light and we grinned at each other. I whispered, “This is pretty funny. It’s like a secret hide-out.”

She looked into my eyes and then without warning pulled me to her and kissed me. I was shocked. We had never crossed this line before and I had intended we never would. She was a good kisser, and not reticent. After a delicious moment of enjoying her warm lips, her tongue started to explore my mouth, beckoning my tongue to play with hers.

The electricity of this unexpected delight was coursing through me. I was acutely aware of the people walking by on the other side of the tarp, but I could tell no one had any idea we were in there. I relaxed my vigilance and let myself sink in to the kiss. Mila’s urgency increased and we stepped into each other. Her hips started to grind against mine slightly and I could feel myself stiffening with the thrill of contact.

Her hands were wrapped around my back, but now one crept down to the front of my jeans and cupped my now fully excited and ready self. Involuntarily I pushed against her hand and she grabbed the outline. A low groan I wasn’t aware of rumbled deep in my throat. She stopped kissing for a second and pulled back to look at me with a devilish gleam in her eye. “What’s this I’ve found?” she teased. I found myself too drunk with unexpected excitement to respond coherently. “Oh Mila,” was the best I could come up with. I leaned in to kiss her again.

She pushed me back slightly and looked at me with that gleam again. “James. I have wanted this for months. We are not going to waste this opportunity.” She pulled down the zipper of my jeans and I gasped as her chill fingers found their way inside my boxers and wrapped around me. I twitched back away from her and she stopped. “OK? Are my hands too cold?” she asked.

“No, you’re good,” I moaned more than said.

She pulled me out into the cool evening air and sank down to her knees. I was startled. “Whoa, wait, what are you doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing, Silly?”

“Mila, no. I mean yes, but you don’t have to, I mean… Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“I have wanted to do this for months. I love this. Just relax.”

“But wait, there are people walking by… What if someone stops and hears us?”

“So be quiet then. And who cares? Let them find us.” She looked up at me with her hand wrapped around me.

“Oh Mila. Oh. Oh, yes please.” I leaned back slightly and shut my eyes.

“I’m really good at this. I want to make you feel amazing.”

And with that she stopped talking and took me into her mouth. She was good at it. Amazing in fact. I slid my fingers into her silky hair and rubbed her scalp as I got lost in the sensation of mouth, her tongue on me.

It seemed like within seconds, I was already close. “Mila, Mila, wait, stop.” I pulled back slightly.

She stopped and looked up at me. “Are you OK?”

“Yes, yes, better than OK. But I’m going to come.”

“Yes, that’s what I want. I want you to come in my mouth.” And she took me in again. Within seconds, I could feel all my muscles tense and my breath practically stopped. She gave me a final swirl with her tongue and I went over the edge.

“Mmmm,” she groaned as well. She looked up at me. “Did you like that Baby?”

I was struggling to stay standing. My legs felt weak. “Yes. Yes, I did,” I said with my eyes closed. I swayed back and forth slightly. She stood up and I put myself back together and zipped up. “Kiss me,” I said. She leaned in to kiss me, and I found her tongue with mine. I could taste a hint of saltiness. When I opened my eyes, she was looking at me, still with the same gleam. “That was amazing.”

We waited until it sounded quiet before pulling back the tarp to make our exit. When we stepped out, we almost bumped in to an older woman who was walking quietly past. She looked surprised, and then assessing us, displeased. She looked us up and down with a scowl, made a sound of disapproval, and moved on. Mila looked at me and we laughed. “She’s jealous. I bet she hasn’t blown anyone in 40 years.”