Sure, I had been with a few guys before. Small stuff. Back in college, for example: some mutual blow jobs, was even fucked a time or two. . . Thought I had put that all behind me, but lately, well, lately I wanted to experience just what it's like to not be the de facto 'top' in my married life.

It's not as if my wife had an interest in anal play with me, or dominating me. Nor does she know that I occasionally use toys and dildos on myself when she isn't around.

I didn't feel 'fem', but I DID feel that I'd love to experience what it feels like to be on the receiving end of sexual desire, lust, if not aggression.

Perhaps I wasn't 'fem' (more of your married-guy-next-door type); but if you agree to let a man have his way with you, or the very fact that another man's penis is throbbing, thrusting and burying its self deep into you, then am I not, in those moments less than a man? At the least I am a sexual object of desire who's not in control of what that man wants to do to me/for me.

I knew that if I could just find a guy, perhaps a bit more masculine than myself, who can/does/would enjoy making me, kind of a "wall-flower" who deep down inside wants to learn what being dominated feels like, well that could be intense. Larger than my own healthy thick 7" too was a fantasy I was having about this mythical 'other guy.'

All the more intense when he knows that I'm biting a pillow thinking; "how did I get myself into this," but simultaneously thinking and being told to say out loud; "fuuuuckkkk yes! I need your hard cock in me like this!"

Well, my wife was going to be away for a week, and that's when I found you online. We discussed things, seemed to see eye-to-eye and arranged for a "date". If it went well; if we were both comfortable, you'd be inviting me to your place.

heck; you even said that you'd possibly mind-fuck me as much as actually fuck me; playing with my nervousness and the idea/fact that I am the desired sexual object and you're the man with the cock who wants me.

I strolled nervously into the dimly lit bar near your apartment where we had agreed to meet. Me; tall, thin and tone but not overtly muscular. Dressed like a married man, I suppose. Cotton khakis, belt, t-shirt and a casual short-sleeved button-up.

My eyes adjusted and I saw you there...

Hope you enjoy this prompt. Not into pain/blood/bathroom, but can entertain some other kinks if you've got them. The main thing is that you lead. YOU not only want me sexually, but you're also prepared to show me what it means to be fucked, and fucked well. I most enjoy when our characters not only describe what they are doing and saying, but also the inner monolog of their thoughts as they feel/do the things.

Hope to hear from you soon.