A kinky little tidbit. This is a teaser of a two parter.

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What Do You Like?

“But what do YOU like Taylor?” Gina asked, over the plate, the chair and the table that was slightly askew. She liked to push me, this tall, fierce woman. She was lean but not skinny, the muscles in her legs were defined and her ass… Oh man. Nothing could pull my eyes off of her ass as she walked. The only advantage I had was my height. I was taller than she, and more butch, but she had a way about her that didn’t allow my usual advantages to hold sway. “You clearly illustrate all of the ways you like to fuck, make love with and generally make women swoon in your writing, but what do you want?”

“Umm…” I responded, deliberately stalling. It should have been an easy question to answer. Just all the things I like to do to another woman, that I like done to me too.  But it depends on the woman. Looking her up and down I tried to measure, was this woman curious enough? Confident enough? Was she flexible enough, both physically and mentally?

She leaned forward like a conspirator. If she were an animal her ears would have been pricked toward me, and that predatory gaze would mean I was her next lunch. Yes, I think she meets the criteria, and there was no guarantee I wasn’t going to be her lunch.

She turned me on when it was only text between us. Tweets and ‘likes’ and status updates, a few memes peppered in. We had heard each other’s voice in recordings of our work and had seen each other’s images in YouTube videos, but never live, and never directed toward the other until we met.

We greeted the first meeting with a hug. That’s always safe, but the energy that flowed through the physical space tugged at my heart as well as my hands. I wanted to touch her, and when we finally did kiss, the attraction ran through me like lightening.

It might be a coincidence that meeting her online, this woman, text made real, coincided with other changes in my life, but I don’t believe in coincidences. Just before we met I quit going to graduate school for a degree that would be more annoying to finish than lucrative in the long run. I had begun writing more and performing more, and had quit hiding my ideas behind fear and anxiety. The person I wanted to be told truths, sometimes hard, sometimes beautiful, about the world in stories, and poems, and even on stage. I wanted more from myself. I wanted to push myself to be the person that as a child I had dreamed I’d be. This woman who challenged me came into my life at just the right time, when I was being reminded that life is for living.

“I like it when a woman wears a strap on and fucks me,” I paused and steeled myself. She seemed to sense there was more and waited for me to continue.  “In the ass,” I finished, suddenly shy and looking away. A wise man told me once to front load the kink. He said that being completely honest is how you get what you want from sex.  Well, I was about to find out.

She stood and though I didn’t expect her to be judgmental and leave, my stomach clenched. I felt like it would be silly to imagine that my kinks would be her thing too.  But she skirted around the table, wrapped her arms around me, and just held me.

“We can do that,” she whispered. “Just show me how.”

“Ok, and there’s other stuff too. Some more tame, some less so,” I said, my words muffled in her arm.

I felt her smile against my cheek. “Well, lets see what you’ve got,” she said quietly into my ear. Her rumbling voice just the timbre that melts me and leaves me a wet puddle.

It wasn’t far to my place, but when her hand began toying with seam of my jeans where it joins between my legs, the trip seemed to take an eternity. I wanted her touch, taste, and smell all over me. I wanted to hear her voice rise when she came, and anything she wanted to do to me that got her hot, she could do too.

“I don’t like electricity or permanent marks,” I confided in her. “But whatever else you want to do to my body that gets you hot, we can do.”

Her fingers pressed harder between my legs and I felt the knot of the seam press into my clit. I squirmed and took a deep breath, trying to focus on driving. “So do you like to be spanked?” she questioned. “Do you like to be sucked and fucked like a sexy girl too?”

At first I had no response. My breath caught. I’m a tall cool butch and yet, she did make me feel like a sexy girl. When we were standing I had to tip my head down to look her in the eyes which usually means I’m on top, but yet, she had a power about her that made me feel beautiful, and powerful with her.

I bit my lip trying to force my thoughts to align enough to answer. Finally at a stoplight she unbuttoned my jeans and slipped her hand into my briefs, jarring me into a reaction.

“Yea,” I sighed as her deft fingers found my clit. My head tipped back to the seat as she rubbed it in long, slow strokes. I closed my eyes for a moment of bliss as she reached further and penetrated me just far enough to be tantalizing, but I sat up with a jolt when the light turned green and the car behind us honked. She took her hand away and licked a finger. I whined. She simply smiled at my discomfort for the rest of the ride.

As soon as we got in the door we fell on each other. Her kisses were wild, passionate and fierce. She took my face between her hands and moved me where she wanted me, backing me against the closet door and pressing against me hard so her breasts pushed up against my ribs. I pressed back and picked her up so she wrapped her legs around me and carried her to the bedroom. When we got there I put her back down and forced her against the dresser as I kissed and nibbled at her neck.

“You have a paddle…” she commented. My toy drawer was open. I pulled back and looked into her eyes. There was a sparkle of wickedness there that I liked.

“Yes I do. But it’s never been used on me,” I told her cautiously.

“It will be tonight,” she said nonchalantly walking over, picking it up and testing its weight.

“You think you can handle that?”

“The question is, what can you handle?” she returned my stare. That look said everything I needed to know.

I only briefly broke eye contact with her as I pulled my t-shirt off. My pants followed, and after an appraising glance from her, my briefs and bra quickly landed in the pile too. A smile spread across her face.

“You dirty girl,” she purred as she approached me. Something about the way she said that got me wet, and it felt good. She leaned down and gave my nipple a quick suck before taking my arm and spinning me toward the bed. A hand in the center of my back pushed me forward so I was bent over with my palms in the sheets. This was a new position for me, and I considered this while contemplating the pattern of my rolled back bedspread until a solid ‘THWACK’ on my left butt cheek obliterated my conscious thought. The force ripped through me and my hips rocked forward with the impact.

“I don’t want to hear a sound out of you,” she commanded, just as the pain throbbed to the surface. “I want you to take it.” Another ‘THWACK’ on my right cheek punctuated her order. I nodded, my head down and my breathing uneven. My skin stung, but the heat felt good. I felt strong.

The cool smooth side of the paddle caressed the hot flesh for a long moment before a third strike that spanned the breadth of my backside landed. Two more strikes and I felt sweat rise up my spine. Another smack and I let out a huff that was almost a noise but not quite. She paused and hummed in my ear.

“Hmmmm, careful now,” another lighter pat followed her words. I nodded, head still down, trying to catch my breath. Then her fingers were at my clit again, stroking slowly, up and down, up and down. My knees wobbled as she pressed two fingers inside of me and began thrusting with that achingly slow rhythm. I shifted my stance, “Oh no. You stay where you are, but now let me hear that voice of yours.”

I couldn’t form a thought much less put together words, so I just begged, “Please.”

“So, you like it in the ass?” she said, though she knew the answer.

“Yea,” I said to the bed sheets.

“Have you ever been fisted in the ass?”

I turned and stared at her over my shoulder. The idea hadn’t crossed my mind, but my adrenaline surged at the thought, “No.”

She grinned wickedly, “You want to try?”

“Yes,” I said quietly. “More than anything.”

“Get up on the bed.”

I hastened to obey, crawling up on the bed and laying down on my front with the pillow under my torso. The skin of my ass throbbed, but I didn’t care, anticipation and nerves running through me like fire, radiating from the angry skin. I heard the snap of a glove and tensed, the sound of the bottle of lube snapping open followed.

I tried to think relaxing thoughts but I still clenched down when her finger caressed the sensitive pucker of my butt.

“Relax,” she whispered as she pushed one finger inside.

I grasped and nodded into the pillow. My hips rocked as she massaged me a little with a second finger and I finally did relax as the third pressed into me and stretched me a little more. I moaned and pressed back toward her for number four. Her other hand reached around my hip and she rubbed my clit hard as I felt a short pain from my ass. I clenched the sheets, then my hips stilled as I acclimated to the feeling. Her hand inside didn’t just fill me, it made me feel somehow whole. It felt right.

I pressed my hips back toward her harder. Her hand left my clit and wrapped around my hip as she shifted the hand inside of me. Every move she made excited a ripple of endorphins through my body, leaving tingles all over my skin. Then she began pumping me, drawing the tingly feeling from my every fiber and my every nerve into a slow building charge in the palm of her hand.

My breaths began to match her pace as she sped up and I moaned with each thrust. My fists in the sheets were white knuckled and my muscles inside clenched around her hand, like my body wanted to hold her there forever. Her hand left my hip and slipped back down to my clit. As soon as she touched the little bud my world exploded as I came. My body bucked against her as wave upon wave tore through me until I finally collapsed into the pillow again.

She waited until I relaxed and slowly pulled out, causing a few more tremors to cascade through me. I opened my eyes and saw I had pulled the bottom sheet off the mattress and still had it balled in my fists. Finger joints protested as I relaxed my hands. She snuggled up next to me as I flexed my fingers and placed little kisses on my neck.

“Mmmmm…” I mumbled.

She didn’t respond, but I heard her exhale lightly, like she does when she smiles. We stayed there for a long time. Long enough that I could tell the sun had set behind the curtains. When I finally turned to her she was lying with her eyes closed and a relaxed smile on her face. I gently kissed her lips and her eyes fluttered open.

“Hey there,” I whispered.

She stretched and reached up to touch my face, “Hey back.”

“I want to do that for you,” I rumbled.

“You will,” she smiled.

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