Have you ever been with a man who, from time to time, gets a rather unnerving look in his eyes? A look that makes your thoughts falter? A look that makes your heart skip a beat? Can you guess his reasons for that look? Is it how you are dressed? Is it how you are behaving? Or is it something else? Something you’ve forgotten to say? Something you’ve forgotten to do? Would you know in that moment if he was just being playful, or if he was dead serious? Would you stop to wonder if you knew his intentions as well as you wondered? If you knew him as well as you wondered? If you really and truly trusted him?

Does that moment of hesitation surprise you? Does it concern you? Does it arouse you? How else would you react to that look? Would you back away? Stand your ground? Step in closer? What would you say to him? Would you gently sooth him? Blindly apologize? Bite your tongue? Or would you challenge him? Goad him on?

Have you ever been told to stay quiet and put your hands against the wall? How do you think you would respond to that? Eagerly, instantly, in a heartbeat? Lingering, until he raised his voice further? Clenching your jaw in defiance and forcing the problem? Have you ever been ordered to spread your legs open, NOW? Have you ever been smacked on the inside of your thighs and urged to spread even wider? Are you starting to respond to his commands a little more quickly?

Can you sense his heavy presence as he slides in close behind you, muscles tensing? Are you aware of how your short little skirt has started riding up? Can you feel his stiffness growing, straining inside his pants, grazing against your skin? Are you yearning to reach down and take hold of it? To set it loose? To pull his cock hard against you? Then why haven’t you moved your hands off of that wall, despite how badly you want to?

Have you ever felt a man reach around from behind you to grab and squeeze your breasts through your blouse? Would you welcome that touch? Welcome that possessiveness? Can you already feel him pinching and pulling at your nipples until they grow hard and tender? Are you aching for more? How rough do you secretly want him to be? Are you tempted to encourage him further? To confess to him how much you want this? How much you need it? Is it helpful when he whispers in your ear and reminds you not to move or speak? Do you discover that you need those constant reminders? Do you discover that you crave them?

Have you ever felt yourself being jerked backwards by fingers locked in your hair? Do you enjoy having your head tossed to one side without mercy? Do you enjoy his hard bites on your neck that you know are leaving marks? Does it feel like he is taking benefit of you? Taking charge of you? Is this a thrilling and new sensation? Or do you already know it very, very well? Have you ever been so lost in a sensation that minutes go by before you realize that you still haven’t moved an inch? Haven’t spoken? Haven’t even breathed? Are you feeling something like that right now?

Have you ever wanted something so badly, but had no choice except to wait for it? How would you react to that? Would you try to communicate your need without words? By moaning? Or whimpering? Arching your back? Grinding your ass against him? What else would you try? Giggling nervously? Breathing out his name? Lowering your head to suck his fingers? Did you really think you could get away with any of that?

When he smacks your ass the first time, do you cry out in shock? Or did you know it was coming? What about the second time? Or the third? Or the one after that? Is this a punishment, or a reward for you? Is it both? Do you want him to stop? Do you want him to keep going? Both? Neither? Are you all the time this confused?

Have you ever felt a pair of strong, slightly calloused hands slide around your sides and across your belly, searching downwards for that spot between your legs? Does your body quake at that first raw contact? Are you growing weak in the knees? Are you growing weak in the head? Will you fight to keep hold of your senses, or do you just grind against him more? Does it make you feel dirty to be so desperate, to be so horny, to be so easy?

Do you all the time surrender yourself so willingly? Why does it feel like that should be wrong? Then why does it feel so right instead? Does he have any idea how wet he is making you? Can he smell what is happening to you? Can you smell it, too? Does he know how badly you want to fall onto your knees right there? Then why do your hands feel permanently stuck to that wall?

Have you ever felt a thick, twitching, delicious cock pushing up against your ass? Did you even notice when he opened his pants a moment ago? Did you hear the snap of his belt as he slid it off? Or the rip of his zipper going down? Can you feel your pussy trembling with desperate need? Shit, could he please just take you right here, right now? Would you agree to anything he said at this point, just so long as he fucked you senseless, right here? Right NOW?

Can you feel the tip of his shaft sliding between your legs? Spreading your lips? Rubbing against your clit? Are you tilting and thrusting your hips frantically to discover an angle where you can shove yourself onto him? Are you so wet and open that it will happen so easily? Then why isn’t it? Why is he holding you at bay? What is he waiting for?

Is this some sort of test? Is he teasing you? Tormenting you? If you trust him, does it matter? What if, instead of pushing deep inside you, he abruptly pulls away? What if you no longer feel him behind you? What if he leaves you in that position, hands against the wall, abruptly and without explanation? What if you suddenly aren’t clear on where this is headed? Or how it will end? Or how long you have to stay put? Is that not solely for him to decide? Haven’t you already surrendered yourself to him? Willingly?

Are you excited about that? Nervous? Proud? Frustrated? Fucking horny? All of them at once? And why won’t these infinite questions stop spinning wildly around in your head? If you truly want this, why are you still interrogating yourself? Shouldn’t your mind be as free and open as your body? Eager and ready to accept whatever comes next? Desperate to let him take control?

Unless… he meant to put all these crazy thoughts in your head? How could he have pulled off such a mean little trick? Has he been manipulating you somehow? Was the rough play a distraction? Were you listening without really hearing? Can you recall having any independent thoughts during the last few minutes? No? None at all? Is the confusion you are feeling also exactly what he intended? Has the author of your current predicament been in control from the very begin and you are just figuring it out now?

How does that make you feel? Was it what you expected? Or what you needed? Was it worth the wait?