“Will you do something for me?” she asked one night at the bar.
“Why do I get the feeling that I’m in for trouble?”
“I’m going to walk out of the bar in a couple minutes. I’ll go out, across the street and into Tompkins Square Park, and I want you to follow me. Stay back just far enough to make me nervous, but not terrified. I’ll walk through some of the darker corners of the park and when the time is right I want you to grab me.”
I took another sip of my beer and didn’t say anything. I nodded for her to continue, and I gripped her knee just a bit tighter.
“Reach a hand around my waist from behind and grab my throat with your other hand. Squeeze it hard enough that I know not to scream, and push me against the fence. Reach up under my skirt and tear off my panties. Don’t pull them down. Tear them off so they’re useless, even if it hurts.
“I want you to turn me around the second they’re off, put your hand back on my throat and tear open my shirts. Tear it open so I have to hold it closed on the train home later, and then push me down onto my knees. With a tight grip on my hair I want you to fuck my mouth. Hard. Don’t worry if I choke, just do exactly what feels best. Hold me tightly and fuck my mouth as I kneel there on the grass.
“When you’re ready pull me up to you. Hold me tightly as you slide a hand down over my exposed breasts, along my stomach and then quickly up under my skirt. Don’t say a word, but listen to me moan in shame and embarrassment when you discover how wet I am. Once you’re satisfied, push me down onto the grass.
“Hold my hands above my head as you fuck me, and obviously don’t be gentle. Press my body into the grass and dir,t and dig you nails into my thighs as you force them open. When you have to, roll me over onto my knees and push my head against the ground. Fuck me even harder from behind with your hand in my hair. Push my whole body to the ground and let me feel your weight against me as you fuck me faster and faster.
“I want you to leave right after you come. I don’t want to feel you grow soft, and I don’t want you to touch me or hold me. Just get up and walk away without looking back at me. Come back here and have another drink or two. Can you do that for me?”
I nodded again and she smiled. She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.
“I’ll see you at home,” she said before she turned and walked out the door.
(From my collection Trigger Warning about consensual non-consent.)