Private Fantasy

“Are sure you want to do this?” I asked again scared as hell.
“You told me it was a turn on and well—I’m willing to try new things if it makes you happy.”
The glimmer in his soft eyes said everything. He wasn’t kidding around. He really wanted to go through with this and didn’t care about the consequences. He had lost his fucking mind.
“It’s a fantasy. I can think this shit up in my head. It doesn’t necessarily mean I want to do it for real.”
“I know but what if you could make your fantasy real? How many times do you get to do this and get someone to willing to go through with it?”

I wasn’t prepared for him to take me seriously. We had only been dating a few months before the conversation had come up. Sex was great but asking what our true desires were had been something I dreaded. He had an average fetish where as I—it was bit out there.
“Willing is one thing-- stupid is another. You want to be down for weeks just so I can get one thrill?” I asked not believing he had suggested this.

It was only supposed to be a joke. My heart was racing in disbelief over his want to please me. He had his strong arms around my back, pressing himself as close as possible to me. The heat of his breath on my neck and ear making me swim again. He was enough for me just the way he was. I didn’t need him to do anything crazy to win my affection-- yet the thought of it was still in the back of my mind.

“You said if it ever happened you would be a leach on my dick for weeks. Do you really think I could turn down something like that?” he whispered in my ear nibbling on my earlobe making me wet just thinking about it.
“I said if it happened—not if you had me do it. So many things could go wrong. I don’t even want to think about how bad I could fuck this up. You probably won’t even be able to get hard.”

My mind was running through every scenario that could possibly happen--Every one of them turning me on further. My imagination was going wild. I just wanted him to take me now and call it a day. I never should have told him.
“I took a Viagra so I think I’ll be able to keep my cock hard. It really won’t be that bad and I’m sure when it’s over you can take care of me in other ways too.” He teased again pulling away watching me melt in his arms. “I have a video camera so you can watch it again and again later on.”

The temptation was too much. The sexy body, the angelic face, and the idea he wanted to be a participant in my kinky fetish. I wanted this more than anything now.
“There has to be rules—safeguards, just in case. I don’t want to end up killing you by accident.” My tone was a bit more serious. We needed a game plan if he was going to do this.
“Okay—whatever you need.” His smiled.
“If there is blood—I’m stopping. I can’t do blood and it’s too risky.”
“Agreed.”
“If you lose feeling—we are done.”
“Well—you wouldn’t have fun if I lost feeling anyways so, sure.”
“If you pass out or go into shock--.”
“I know, I know—we are done. Can we just do this already? You’re starting to make me worry.” He tried to say with the same radiant smile.

I could see he was starting to think things through a little harder. In his quest for the best blow job ever he had glazed over a few thing of what could go happen.
“And we need a code word. Something you can say if you can’t take anymore.”
“How about suck harder?” he laughed but the nervous feeling behind it showed.
“I was thinking something you wouldn’t usually say.”
“Okay, how about—purple? It’s the color of my balls right now since you’ve kept me waiting this long.”
“No one will know right? Even if we don’t work out you’re not going to say anything?”
“Your secret is safe with me. Besides—how do you think people react on my end if I told them I let you do it?”

He was right. Either way it would look bad for both of us. Our prominent status in society would fall. The media hounds and their cameras would be all over the story. Neither of us could show up to a black tie event and not get looks if they knew.
“So how do we do this?” I had finally agreed. It was too good to pass down. It would be a once in a lifetime experience and I would share it with the best looking man I knew.
“I have an outfit in the bathroom I want you to wear and I’ll be in the bedroom waiting. I have everything set up and ready to go. See you in about ten minutes?”

I stole a kiss and nodded my head. I was willing to wear anything he wanted for this.
I turned away from the living room, walking towards the stairs that led to his master bathroom and the bedroom. I had only gotten my hand on the rail before turning back. “And what are we going to tell everyone what happened to you afterwards?”
He had barely moved an inch from where he was standing “Easy—I fell and broke my ankle. Happens to people all the time.”