-excerpted from No Ordinary Master.
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The night I met Rebecca I could tell there was something unusual about her. Yes, she looked like your typical successful New York woman, street savvy and smart who takes good care of herself. And she was sexy as hell. Fit in a way that let me know she likes to eat, but not so much to get fat. Curves in all the right places. And that skin. Rebecca has this extraordinary ivory skin that makes that jet-black hair look even darker. From the moment I met her, all I could think about was what she would look like, artfully bound and naked, her hands tied behind her back, begging for me to touch her.
I could tell that underneath there was a different kind of edge. That Rebecca was a woman who liked to experiment. One for whom ordinary would never be satisfying. At least that’s what I was hoping.
On paper I look like the perfect guy. I’ve had my financial success, I know the right people, I’m educated, I’m told a good wit, physically fit and I do have a gentle caring side to me. But as far as sex, my tastes are unusual. Some would say not normal, to which my answer always is, who decides what normal is? Vanilla sex can be hot and satisfying and wonderfully intimate, but as a steady diet? It would be like telling me I was only going to get to eat plain hamburger, no bun, no cheese, and no ketchup for the rest of my life. Which is why I have troubles with women.
Then there was the text message.
We should do something kinky.
From my outward appearance, most would never suspect that my sexual tastes were adventurous. I dress with style but avoid anything too trendy. Like any New York woman in the know, I splurge on shoes, boots and handbags but search sample sales and TJ Maxx for designer bargains, not just to stretch my clothing budget but for the sheer thrill of it. I inherited my jet-black hair from my dad. I wear it straight, just below my shoulders so I can easily twist it up into a neat and proper chignon when the moment calls for it. I favor red-framed glasses not so much because I need them to see but because it fits my role in the office. I discovered over time that the partners take me more seriously and pay more attention to my work than to how short my skirts are when I have the glasses on. Plus they help to keep the bangs out of my eyes.
I take a great deal of pleasure in letting them think I’m one way when only I know the truth. I like to push the envelope, whether it’s scaling the side of a mountain or learning how to give an extended massive orgasm.
I’ve heard more than once from a new lover that they were surprised with the readiness of my libido and the force of my passion. But kink. This I had never done. In fact, I wasn't even sure I fully understood what it meant. Keep in mind this was 2008. This was before the 50 Shades of Grey phenomena that made BDSM almost mainstream. So why I said yes, without hesitation, I’ll never know. Maybe because I was so attracted to Will and so desperate to know what it would be like to feel that lean, disciplined body wrapped around me. Maybe it was the idea, almost two decades later, of being a virgin again.