In the cold light of aftermath, I find myself questioning it all.
It could be all just kinky games and nothing more. And if he wanted to hurt me, he would have by now.
When I get home, I take a shower and curl up in bed.
My phone beeps.
Alex
Checking in. This is the closest I can do to aftercare.
I make a note to check up on what that is.
Alex
Are you okay? Anything you didn't like? Did you come close to your safe word?
Me
I'm fine. Better than fine.
Alex
No emotional aftermath?
Me
It's a zoo in here, emotions are roaming everywhere, but the strongest is satisfaction because it was all so good.
Alex
No regrets?
Me
No. And no, I didn't come close to using blue banana.
I'm a little scared how willing I am to take this further, but it's also exciting—something I think my life's been missing for so long.
Alex
We will keep pushing the boundaries.
Me
You just fucked me in a building under construction in the middle of Manhattan while pretending to be my boss. How can we possibly top that?
Alex
I can think of a thing or two...
Oh. God.
Does that mean he would want a threesome? Doesit mean I do?
Whatever is in his head will be scorching and wild and...
I'm not sure I can wait.
