Dressed in sexy black lingerie with red upholstery, my hands vibrated a little while I covered my eyes with the silk blindfold.
I lay down on the bed with the face, exactly as I had instructed.
Working with a mixture of excitement and fear, I waited.
You may think it was my husband or boyfriend who would soon enter the bedroom to have his bad way with me.
But the reality was a lot more risky than that.
Two weeks earlier I had made contact with a man on Feelt, a kinky hook-up app. He was long with messy dark hair and a smile who played over his face as if he always thought naughty thoughts.
And it turns out that he was. Soon we exchanged some of our deepest, darkest sexual fantasies.
Only him was certainly deeper and darker than mine. I listened, intrigued, while he spoke to me through his ultimate fantasy.
Sex columnist Ebony Leigh says that an indecent proposal from a man on a kinky dating app has throwing her caution on the wind and tried something very risky (stock image set by models)
“You put on sexy lingerie and blindfold yourself,” he started. “Leave the front door unlocked and put the face on the bed …”
I swallowed. This sounded like an incredibly risky thing to do with a complete stranger. But while he continued, I noticed that I was being called in.
“If you are there, ready and wait for me, I crawl into the house, walk up the stairs and approach yourself from behind …”
Again, this sounded dangerous. Someone I had never met to let themselves in my house? Crawling behind while I was sensitive and vulnerable?
And yet the excitement pulsed throughout my body. Can I really do something like that? Put my safety completely at stake for the sensation of something so anonymous, so abnormal?
'Then I start touching you from behind, then we have slow, sensual sex. As soon as I have an orgasm, I take your blindfold with you, then we can go again … '
My mind was racing. In the best case, this man could be a catfish in the worst case. And yet I could not deny the excitement I felt, the steady beating between my legs.
God, what would my friends say if they knew I even considered this? They would tell me that I was crazy. That I endangered myself. That it was not worth the risk.
The man shared his fantasy to enter the unlocked house of a woman and to have his way with her. Ebony knew it was risky, but agreed to the man's position (stock image set by models)
“You will not be disappointed …” the man said.
Somehow I knew at the time he was right. I agreed that he came across that night.
For security reasons I told a few friends about my plans. They tried to talk me out.
“He could be a creep … or a murderer,” a friend warned.
“To be honest, the idea makes my skin crawl,” said another.
While I appreciated their concern, my mind was made up.
And now I was here. Completely vulnerable, unmistakably excited and certainly a bit terrified, while I lie on the bed with the face.
With a click I heard the front door open. My heartbeat broke against the sheets while I heard heavy footsteps that slowly climb the stairs.
He quietly entered the bedroom. There was no greeting. Just the seductive (or ominous?) Sounds from him that removes his shirt, unpacks his pants and kicks his shoes.
I breathed quickly. Do I have to sit up and turn around? Make sure this guy was who he said he was? Even if he was, would that be enough to calm my rising fear?
But before I could bottle it, I felt strong hands on my bare legs, ran up and down my skin, grabbed my buttocks, massaged my back.
Soon the bra was unknown, my underwear went aside and he was in me.
Oh my God.
Author Ebony Leigh says that the sex was 'amazing' even after friends had warned her that she was taking a huge risk
Every nerve that ended in my body was on fire. Every sensation was increased because I couldn't see it; I only felt this powerful stranger who took control of me.
As he penetrated me, he grabbed my hips, pulled me closer, drove deeper, causing me to scream in the darkness. He was bigger than I was used to, and I think they are great.
Eventually he hit me on my back, hit my blindfold and I saw him for the first time. Our eyes met, both wild from ecstasy. I was not disappointed.
Now I could contact, to Touch his face, iron my hands through his hair, kiss his mouth, wrap my legs around him and pull him in me.
The sex was amazing. Him on top, then finally my turn to have some control.
After I had allowed myself so vulnerable for his satisfaction, I now wanted to see him wriggle. I squeezed his arms down on his sides and crartered my hips while his eyes smoothed with desire.
The thought of the danger that I had introduced myself, the risk that I took before this landslide was at the point of exploding me.
And we are synchronized. Two complete strangers.
After he left, I texted my friends to say that it was over. I told them about the intensity, the sensation, the perfect finish.
“We are just happy that you are safe,” they answered.
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