Suzanne Portnoy

‘Go on. Tell me,’ he said. I was on top, my favourite position, starring down at his broad shoulders, perfect biceps, handsome face. He looked like a slightly, older, slimmer version of Matthew McConaughey. He was what most women would call ‘a hunk.’ And now his cock was inside me.

‘Tell you what?’ I said, riding him. A new fangled Durex cock ring with a bullet attached was strapped around his dick, buzzing over and around my clit each time I pressed into him.

‘Just tell me,’ he said.

‘Wow that’s feeling good,’ I said. ‘I love the way your cock feels inside me.’

I continued to ride him. ‘Just tell me,’ he said again, looking up at me. ‘God, you look so beautiful like that.’

‘Some men say that I’m a force of nature,’ I said.

‘I can believe that,’ he said.

‘Mmmm,’ I said. ‘I want you in my ass.’

‘Tell me why,’ he said.

‘Because it’s going to feel so good. Will you fuck me up the ass?’

‘Yes,’ he said. ‘I will.’

‘That’s good,’ I said. ‘Because I really want you to.’

The three lychee rose martinis were swilling around in my brain, mixing up with the endorphins cascading through my blood. I looked down at him. He was a real man’s man - right down to some tattoo I couldn’t make out that looked liked it had been recently painted on his bicep. He was an athlete, some kind of rower he had told me earlier when we’d met at Soho House. A bit famous in rower’s circles but it wasn’t my world. ‘I’m a little bit well known myself,’ I said.

‘Oh,’ he said. ‘Should I be scared?’

‘No,’ I said. ‘You’ll be fine. There’s nothing to be scared of but I think you’re going to have to kiss me soon.’

He reached across and pulled my body into him. He was solid against my soft flesh. I reached across and caressed my hand across his chest. ‘Nice chest,’ I said and then he kissed me, tenderly. It was a good start.

Now we were in the Zetter Hotel on the Clerkenwell Road. He was there for a single night and I’d always wanted to stay in a hotel in my home town. It was one of the few decadent things I hadn’t done yet.

‘Tell me again,’ he said.

‘I can’t talk for much longer,’ I said. ‘Really, this is feeling too good now.’ He pulled his face up to mine, kissed me again. The bullet was buzzing around my clit. His cock was so hard inside me. ‘You’re so hard.’

I loved his manly body. Loved being swept away in the moment. Loved the messy white sheets, the pile of white goose down pillows on the bed. Loved being with a man I’d met only hours earlier and would never see again. Loved his rough, calloused hands, the smoothness of his face, his hard body and harder cock. I looked around. Our clothes were strewn all over the tiny room. I rolled over on my side and laughed. ‘Isn’t sex just the most fun ever sometimes,’ I said.

‘Yes, it is,’ he said. ‘Now,’ he said as he positioned himself above me. ‘Just tell me again.’

‘Shhhh,’ I said and pulled him inside me. ‘No more talking.’