“Do you have any requests, boy?” she asked. “Anything you want bad?”
She posed the question during a brief lull in what was shaping-up to be a long evening of bondage, booze, and kinky sex. Temporarily sated, she rested against the headboard, my head in her lap.
That she’d entertain my desires meant she was pleased with me. Because at that point in our relationship, I was rarely permitted to suggest anything and for good reason. (more…)