Sometimes the act of surrendering isn't about submission

Rather it is giving your man

The permission to explore you

The way he wishes to

And that's what I did

When we met at his bachelor's pad

It had been a while

We had been dating

The talks were about everything except sex

Neither of us were interested in saturating the topic

Before we met

The day we met

He was jumpy

Beads of perspiration trickled down his neck

I was turned on

By the effect

I sat closer beside him

And took his trembling hands in mine

For a long time

We kept looking at each other

Till our lips met

I tasted his fear

He tasted my desire

He fumbled with my clothes

Finding my breasts

Marauding and suckling them

Hissing and biting all over

But he couldn't become erect

The pressure of performance

Had made him limp

I could see shame in those innocent eyes

I kissed his forehead

That's fine, I said

I let him play with my flesh

Till he was satiated

This is just the introductory class

In the next sessions, I will teach you the art of sex

Was he a good student?

Nopes he performed brilliant

In our consecutive classes

The best amongst the rest of my students.

©LR