Life was fine in Syria, relaxed and exciting at the same time. My sexual experiences over time had proven much richer than ever expected and I had no reason to complain. Although not permanently bound to one specific woman, the occasional encounters brought about an immense amount of intensity. I knew this could not go on forever in such a loose way, but why not take it now as it was? Time was here for me to try out and make new experiences.
In this relaxed mood, I sat out in a street cafe one sunny afternoon, sipping cappuccino and enjoying the laid-back weekend atmosphere. I was with Samira, one of the women I had gotten to know quite intimately on one occasion, and under quite special circumstances. After that episode with her and her friend Zahra, which we both found very exciting, we had decided to continue in a different direction. The attraction was there, but not so much as to lead us to bed again.
We had reached a very open communication, on a friends-only basis. We talked about society, love, sex -- the endless stories. Samira was wicked in a positive sense, so she always came out with new ideas for herself. On this afternoon, however, she had one for me.
"So tell me, how has your love life been lately?" she asked me with absolute nonchalance and her usual provocative smile.
"Well, I cannot complain! Nothing stable, but really, I don't feel the urge to have something going all the time." And seeing her mocking look, I hurried to relativise: "Seriously, I am quite satisfied at the moment just the way it is."
I did not really want to tell her about my recent episode with the Egyptian woman in Amman. That was something too private, too extravagant, too daring. And besides, I cherished the memories of Eshe so that I did not want to spoil our encounter by going around and telling everybody.
"So you are becoming more settled now?" Samira teased me. "No more exciting experiences, hm?"
She looked down, feigning disappointment. She shrugged: "So I guess I will have to go ask somebody else..."
I raised an eyebrow: "Ask what?"
"Well, ask for what I had in mind...!"
"No Samira, don't be like that. You have something on your mind! Either you let me in on that or you stop teasing around." I hesitated for a moment: "You did not want to hit on me, did you?"
Her smile broadened: "My dear, we both know that this has its particular attraction, but we do not want to get involved anymore. No, no, I had something different in mind. But if you are as stable and well-behaved as you say, then it would not make sense to share it with you..."
This evoked a smile: "Alright, ok, you got me. Now what is it? You have some wicked ideas in your head, I know... What is it this time?"
Of course I remembered the time when she set me up with her friend Zahra who was longing for a extra-marital affair. It had been a wonderful situation with great intensity. So despite my inner balance, I felt a certain interest building up inside me.
"Ok, you know I have some girl-friends of mine and we often talk about love and sex and all that." She paused to let the common memory of that night with Zahra pass before our eyes. "No, it is not about Zahra this time. One of my friends, her name is Rana, is from Lebanon. She is a good-looking woman, with a rich family in the back, but her love life is really boring. Her husband is obviously not very inclined to her and so she is always a little set back by all the other women sharing their experiences."
She paused for a moment, and seeing a slight hesitation in my face, she hurried to continue: "No, wait, there is more to it. I'll let you in. Until recently, she was very shy in our rounds. Then all of a sudden, she began to tell all sorts of stories, how she finally came out of her boring life and started getting to know other men. The whole story: going out, talking to them, flirting, making out a little and then going home to spend the night with them."
"Ok, but what does all that have to do with me?" I inquired.
"See, I just don't buy it, neither do my other friends. We think she is just pretending. But she insists that she is now this totally active and outgoing woman who seeks all sorts of sexual pleasures and gets into really adventurous situations. But I just know she is faking, and this makes me a little furious."
She paused to smile her cheeky smile again before she continued: "Last week when we were in Beirut, we decided to put her to a test: we said we would invite her to Damascus provide her with an extraordinary and thrilling evening. That moment would have meant her last chance to bail out. But what did she do? Insist that she was prepared for everything, and that she would show us how grown up she is by now. Can you believe that?"
"Samira, when comes to you and your female friends, I believe almost everything. So, I gather you want to arrange a meeting between her and me then, right?"
"Now you are talking!" She nodded approvingly. "But even better than this. We really feel she has gone too far and we want to teach her a lesson. We want something VERY special for her, something she will never forget. And of course something that will also bring her and her desires really out to the open."
"Come on, Samira, tell me. What do you have in mind?"
I could feel that Samira had waited just for this moment: "We want her to be fucked by a man that she has never seen or met before in her life, a total stranger. We want to bring her into a position where she is at the mercy of a man she does not know. And we want her to get fucked really good."
Short pause.
"And that's where I thought of you."
I could see from the expressions on her face how she had enjoyed planning this and then letting me in bit by bit. And I must say, her words really made me excited. Also for me, this would definitely be a totally new experience. But somehow I hesitated.
"So you want me to be the accomplice for your women's revenge?" I weighed my head. "I am not completely convinced, although the idea is quite exciting. Fucking a woman that I have never before seen. Well, it could be interesting. Is she worth it? I mean, does she have a good body?"
"Well, the quality of the sex would of course depend on you, too, my dear! But don't you think that a situation like this would make the two of you nervous and excited enough for a very special experience? Just imagine those intense moments! And the advantage is all yours: she will not be able to bail out, she will be all yours!" She let that sink in before she continued: "And I assure you she has a wonderful body. She is good-looking, dark type, a very chic lady and: she is only 27 years old."
I weighed her remark: "I am sure you are right. Let's be frank here. When I understand you correctly, you want two things in this: you want to break her bitchy behaviour and teach her a really good lesson by getting her into a situation where she can't back out and has to give in. And apart from that, you want her to get fucked really good, so that she finally knows what she is missing. Correct?"
"Absolutely!"
