Lauren has a man. Ash has a man. And I met a man last night. I picked him up in the alley outside the bar. He was there for a smoke; I was there for him. I first noticed him at the bar drinking Absolut and Red Bull, which immediately said he was my kind of guy. He was alone and it looked like he wanted to stay that way. I wasn’t alone, but I wanted to be. The man sitting with me had been buying me tequila for an hour. I was sober; he needed a cab.
I saw my target speak to the bartender and go out the side door. I summoned the bartender, “If I give you a $50, will you call this guy a cab?” He nodded and swiped my $50. I hopped off my stool and sauntered into the alley. There was my guy, leaning against the graffiti covered stage door with the street lamp highlighting his mohawk. He looked my way. ”You’ve been staring at me all night,” I said. He considered that thought a moment. ”Nope. But I should have been.” He was definitely the silent type, but we eventually got around to names (his is Caleb) and before too long, his hands were right where I wanted them ….
We went back into the bar and had a few more drinks. And then came that moment that’s usually uncomfortable. You know that moment. You’re both ready to leave and that decision has to be made: go home alone, invite him to your place, wait for him to invite you to his, run to that seedy motel across the street, or just fuck in the car. When we reached that moment, Caleb said, “Leave your car, we’ll come back for it tomorrow.” That should have been my first clue that man-of-few-words meant silent meant strong-silent meant dominant. But I hadn’t made that leap yet.
Caleb didn’t have a car; he had a motorcycle. We hopped on and got to his place in 10 minutes flat. We had barely gotten through the door when he started kissing me … stripping me … forcefully. The quiet guy from the bar became demanding and forceful. When I was down to my bra and panties I backed off. ”Hold it, dude.” He just came toward me. I walked to the other side of the room. He followed. He got in front of me. I turned, tripped. He knelt and grabbed me from behind. I wrenched around and tried to hold him off ….
“Relax, girl.” Something in his eyes took my resolve. I let him push my leg to the side. He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me up, reaching around to unhook and remove my bra. He laid me back down. ”Take your panties off for me.” I obliged and tossed them to the side. His eyes roved over me for a moment. ”Stay here.”
He was gone just a moment and when he returned he was carrying a length of rope. He stood in front of me, “On your knees.” I didn’t move. He stared hard into my eyes. ”I said on your knees.” I followed his command. He walked around behind me and used the rope to bind my wrists. I turned my head to try and watch him and followed his movements as he walked back around in front of me. He grabbed my hair and said, “Now the real fun starts.”
I promised Caleb I’d stop there. But stay tuned. I hope we’ll have more adventures. And I do kiss and tell.
