One Friday night, as we cuddled together and basked in the afterglow of a bout of truly delicious but utterly vanilla sex, my boyfriend Saleem asked me a question that made me raise my eyebrows:
"Andrea, have you ever had a rape fantasy?"
I was in love with Saleem; if I could be anyone in the world, I would be him. He is beautiful, smart and funny, generous, kind and loving. We had been together a year, and had shared an apartment in Williamsburg for the last six months. He was great, a real keeper. The only problem, as far as I was concerned, was that he was a little... tame in bed.
There was nothing wrong with his sex drive, far from it. And vanilla is a nice flavor too. But whenever I suggested anything even remotely kinky, the answer was always the same:
Bondage play, golden showers? "Hmm, sounds interesting."
Threesomes, spanking? "That could be fun."
Anal sex, exhibitionism? "Could be interesting."
Role playing, dildos? Well you get the picture. He was always positive but noncommittal, and it never happened. Saleem's idea of kinky was going down on me with the lights on. And he was pretty fucking good at that, I must say.
So that is why I was surprised when Saleem asked me about rape fantasy. He had never talked about his sexual fantasies before, and I was pleased to hear him opening up.
"Yeah" I said, giving him a squeeze "I bet most people have."
"Would you ever... you know, want to act it out?" Saleem got embarrassed easily talking about sex. This was by far the most he had ever opened up to me.
"Sure" I said "That would be a blast." Play rape wasn't really high on my personal list of fantasies, but I had told Saleem many times that I was up for anything. And it might be fun.
"Could be interesting" Saleem said. I could tell he was turned on again. He crawled on top of me, and we sixty-nined until his talented tongue had given me a couple yummy orgasms, and his beautiful cock had spurted a fresh load of come into my hungry mouth.
The next day was Saturday, and we rode our bikes to the park and had a picnic and played Frisbee with friends. Then we rented a movie, drank beer, and crashed out.
I woke up early on Sunday morning, and ran upstairs to have a little chat with our neighbor Audrey.
Audrey didn't look like a dyke; at least I didn't think so. She had big eyes and ears that stuck out and seemed almost pointed at the ends. She looked a little like an elf actually. She was waif-thin, with almost non-existent hips and butt, and a nearly flat chest. She had fine features, a pleasant laugh, and hair down to the middle of her shoulder blades that varied wildly in color from day to day. It could be anywhere from magenta to electric blue. Today it was bleach blonde. She had a tiny nose stud, but aside from that and the hair, she dressed fairly conservatively. She wore more makeup than I ever did. She worked in some dot-com where she pulled long hours and made a ton of money.
Audrey and I had slept together once, when Saleem and I had first moved in. It had been a lapse of judgment on my part, but even though I felt really guilty about it, I couldn't quite bring myself to regret the incident. Audrey might be a skinny little thing, but I swear her tongue was about three feet long and could bench-press her own body weight. The three of us had become friends, and we hung out fairly often. Sometimes Audrey would hit on me, but not too hard. I had hinted broadly to Saleem that I was attracted to her and wouldn't mind watching him fuck her, but the only response I got was "Hmmm. Could be fun."
When Saleem woke up, we had a hot cup of coffee ready for him. His hands were cuffed and tied securely to the headboard, his feet were velcroed to a spreader bar; items that had come down with us from Audrey's apartment. We had thought about gagging him, but had decided against it. For now.
"What the fuck is going on?" he spat as he struggled into consciousness. Saleem has never been much of a morning person "Andrea, untie me, let me go!"
"Do you want the coffee or not" I asked coldly "Bitch?"
"Yes" he said, as Audrey brought the mug to his lips. He drank deeply "Please tell me what is going on?"
"Fuck you" Audrey said, putting the cup down on the side table and slapping him across the face. I winced, that was hard. "You're ours now. Our property."
"What?" Saleem looked over at me.
"Shut the fuck up Bitch" I told him sternly "And things will go easier for you."
"I've got to pee" he complained.
