I’m on a “date” *with a guy*. Me, the kind of shy, almost wall-flower type guy who, although he knows he shouldn’t (heck, I’m married and all), has agreed to go on a “date” with a guy who obviously wants to “dominate” over me sexually… it’s the kind of scenario in which this other man knows somehow that deep down in this somewhat quiet, nervous guy (me) is the need to be fucked, and fucked well, and if he plays his cards right, he can play off of this married-guy’s need/desire to feel like he’s being dominated and receiving sexual attention/pleasure.
This arranged meet-up and “date” is such that there we are having a drink, and yet underneath the table-cloth covered corner we are sitting at, the dominate man starts to make a move; he grabs my crotch to feel the goods hiding there, and I, I’m just turning beet red, but also not telling him not to do that either. He knows that as long as he is patient, and gentle (at least until I can “take it”), he’ll be fucking my tight married ass before the night is over…