It's All About Control

I remember you drove a Jeep and yes, you were one of the first ones who responded to a booty call. It has been a month since I had arrived in the States and I have managed to keep my self sexless since - no-nothing. In fact, at that point, I felt that I had already forgotten how things worked in bed. But still, I had to take a chance - I had to - I needed to - I did.

I looked at your picture and I was satisfied. You were a little rough for my taste - a true blue American man - plaid shirt and all - but what the heck, I was in heat. I needed my fix and you were there - willing, able and more importantly, nearby. You said you'd be coming over from work and that we should hang out. I agreed. A few minutes later, you had already parked your car outside my building, along the main road. You then gave me a call. I picked up and started walking to meet you - I was ready. I took a quick inventory.

"Breath, check. Hair, check. Condoms, check."

I saw you for the first time - your picture did not do you justice. The plaid shirt aged you - you were not the guy on the picture - I was glad. I needed to act cool - I casually said hi. You greeted me back. You seemed nice contrary to the image your picture projected - I liked it. You were, after all, my first DC encounter. You barely knew it but you were selected for a reason - I needed you to be my "buena mano". You had to be good - really good,

"Come...", you said as you invited me in your car.

I did not hesitate but I was nervous. I was scared but you'd never see it in my eyes. I was perfectly in control. The pokpok in me was in full gear.

"So where are we going?"

"Just around the block...", you said.

My heart started pounding. I felt your hands on my legs, slowly working its way up.

"Puta...", I whispered.

I removed your hands.

"Hey, drive - this can wait.", I ordered him.

He loved it. I guess he needed a dom (read:dominant). I had myself a slave.

"I can play this game...", I murmured.

He parked the car by the curb. We had reached a lot by the street that was gated - the sun had just set. I was beginning to feel the evening chill. The trees were dark and dreary - the perfect setting for a scary movie. I felt his hand slide up my thighs again.

"Here?", I asked.

He smiled.

"No, not here."

He was puzzled. I stepped out of the car. He did too.

"Follow me.", I ordered.

My slave did as he was told. We finally reached a clearing not too far from where we parked. There were trees everywhere - it was already getting dark - and no one was around. There was a house a mile away - but it was empty.

"Here.", I said.

I took my place behind a tree. He pushed himself against me - tried to kiss.

"No. I don't kiss."

He was persistent. I felt my pants drop.

"Tangna..."

It was liberating. It was empowering. It was good.

That day, the world became a better place.

The first world knelt for the third, twice.

The third never did.