1. Shackled In Pleasure
Half a dozen vodka shots later, as we stumbled and giggled incessantly, he said, ‘I have a surprise for you’. He then placed a slightly elongated black box with a red ribbon around it, on the table. Too drunk to play ‘What’s in it?’ I clumsily unwrapped the box, only to find a pair of furry black handcuffs inside.
I looked at him half amused and half confused. He placed his lips on mine and kissed me… Deep and intense, just the kind of kiss that makes me go weak in the knees. He then shackled me to the chair I was sitting on and whispered into my ear ‘I have a confession to make… I am going to be a bad bad boy tonight and I am not even sorry.’
2. Stranger Danger
‘Hello, I’m Aryan and I’d love to take you to bed right now,’ he whispered in my ear. I looked at him, surprised and at the same time, turned on by his brazen words. ‘Excuse me, do I even know you?’ I asked. He took my hand in his and started walking towards the elevator. Once, in the elevator, he pushed me against the wall and started kissing me hard. ‘You will soon enough, and intimately’ he told me between our breathless kisses. We walked in silence to his hotel room and once we were inside, we started making out, hot and heavy. For the next two hours, we explored each others’ bodies and made wild, passionate love.
That night, my husband and I, had the most mind blowing sex of our lives – while pretending to be strangers.
3. A Night Of Passion
As soon as our eyes met on the dance floor, we simultaneously felt a sudden surge of passion. No words were spoken as he walked towards me and offered his hand for a dance. There was no awkwardness, it felt as if all the dots in our lives connected for this reason – for us to run into each other. He was gorgeous – hazel eyes, dark brown hair, dressed sharply in a shirt and jeans. He towered over me, easily engulfing me in his arms. As he pulled me closer, I felt it. Unmistakably, his length, brushing against the side of my thigh. At that moment, I felt desirable and also, ahem, quite wet.
I held his hands and beckoned him into the spare bathroom at the corner of the pub. The inevitable followed. Both of us, almost fighting, went down on each other. We maintained eye contact and moaned simultaneously, several times, until we were completely flushed and depleted. An act of sheer impulse, that was the best sex of my life.
