My fingers are gripping her hips so hard as I pound my strap-on into her from behind, I know she’ll be bruised tomorrow.

She’ll love it. Tomorrow, I’ll gently kiss the marks I’ve made on her porcelain skin — not necessarily apologizing, but rather celebrating the evidence of our lust. But that’s tomorrow.

For tonight, I get to unleash that barely civilized part of me that I normally have to restrain. As a woman, I’m not supposed to have this side. I’m supposed to be nurturing and soft. I don’t give a fuck. Tonight, I want to be rough and masculine, refusing to feel guilty for taking exactly what I want.

I’m in full drag, dressed as a man in a power suit. We’ve been role-playing all night, letting me tap into that male side of myself... Read More