Chapter 1: Introduction
The warm, golden light from the living room of Ryan's quaint townhouse poured out onto the quiet suburban street, inviting the evening inside. The blinds were drawn. There was a bottle of wine on the coffee table, half-hidden behind a scattering of papers filled with scribbled notes and doodles.
"Are you sure you're alright with what happened last weekend?" Ryan asked, his voice reflecting his concern as he placed a reassuring hand on Annie's knee. He was sitting opposite her, his right leg, crossed on his other knee.
Annie's eyebrows furrowed, and she let out a breath before answering him. "I know you wanted that closure with Lucy, and I can respect that. But it did feel kind of amazing being in control like that, Ryan."
Her voice was barely a whisper, and the edges of her lips curled into a sly smile at the mere memory of their ménage à trois with Lucy. She looked up into his ocean-blue eyes, eyes that seemed to crinkle and soften as he smiled back at her.
He leaned forward, bringing his face so close to hers that all she could see were his lush eyelashes fluttering gently as he spoke.
"You seemed to have enjoyed yourself, but you've been rather distant since then."
Annie inhaled sharply, his words striking a chord within her. She had to admit that, even though she had derived immense pleasure from dominating Lucy, something had changed between her and Ryan after their encounter.
"I-it's not that. I swear, Ryan," she stammered.
"I do love what we did. It's not that at all." She splayed her hands over the soft curves of her voluptuous body and continued, her voice gaining confidence, "Hell, it's crazy, but since watching Lucy fuck you with that strap-on, I find myself fantasizing about it constantly. You were so into it, and it's just made me curious..." She trailed off.
A silence settled between them, charged with unspoken words, and unspeakable desires that floated like a tantalizing mist in the room.
"Annie," he murmured, "What are you trying to say?"
The unspoken memories of their threesome came rushing back, threatening to swallow them whole. Annie's throat tightened at the thought of Lucy, her hips moving rhythmically as she fucked him with the strap-on harness.
"You seemed to really enjoy being submissive, Ryan. Like, REALLY enjoy it. Have you maybe ever considered before that you may be bi?" Annie asked, picking her words carefully.
Ryan jerked back, as though Annie's words had physically slapped him. He stared at her in disbelief.
"I'm straight, Annie. You know I am," he said firmly, before raking his fingers through his short brown hair.
"I've just got this thing with being submissive, though.
I don’t know. I guess I'm curious, that's all," Ryan replied, finally breaking the awkward silence that had settled between them.
Annie raised an eyebrow, sensing that Ryan was still struggling to put his feelings into words. She inched closer to him, and placed a reassuring hand on his arm.
"I'm not asking you to question your sexuality, Ryan. Maybe you're bi-curious.
And that's okay!" Annie said softly, encouraging him to open up.
Ryan seemed to consider her words, his gaze lingering on the soft curves of her body. She saw his jaw clench in frustration, and his fingers tapped a tense rhythm on the coffee table.
Annie scooted closer, her knee gently brushing against his.
She took his hand into hers, her thumb stroking the back of it soothingly. Ryan met her gaze, a deep yearning in his eyes that told her he was on the verge of an epiphany.
"Ryan, there's nothing wrong with enjoying what you like, as long as it's consensual and respectful," Annie said gently, the wisdom in her voice more befitting a seasoned lover than a young woman just discovering her own sensuality.
What matters is that you're honest with yourself about your desires," Annie continued.
Ryan looked down at their intertwined hands, lost in thought. "I've just never considered myself anything but straight before," he murmured.
Annie nodded. "And that's okay. You can enjoy the pleasure of anal play and still be straight. Your sexuality doesn't define your preferences. People can be complicated. And that's perfectly fine."
A gentle smile played on Ryan's lips. "You're right. I know you are. I guess I'm just attracted to dick.. I don't find men attractive in the slightest, but the idea of sucking or getting fucked by a cock really turns me on." He said, anxiously awaiting Annie's response to.his daring confession.
Annie's eyes widened with understanding, and her lips quirked into a knowing smile. It didn't surprise her that Ryan, her love, had been harboring these thoughts for some time now. She was aware of the attraction he had towards her large, luscious figure, but also, always got rock hard when having his ass played with.
"I'm here for you, Ryan, completely and unconditionally. Whatever you want to explore, we can do it together," Annie reassured him, gently squeezing his hand.
Ryan breathed out a sigh of relief, visibly comforted by her acceptance. "Thank you, Annie. For understanding and for being open to this."
"No, thank you," Annie replied, bumping her shoulder gently against his. "For trusting me to be here for you, no matter what."
The room felt even warmer now; the heavy feeling of secrets and doubts having lifted, replaced with promise and the thrill of a secret shared between lovers.
Ryan took a sip of his wine, swirling it around in his mouth before swallowing.
"Can I ask you something else?" Ryan ventured, hesitance tingeing his voice.
Annie smiled her reassurance and nodded. "Of course, Ryan, anything." She waited patiently as he gathered his thoughts, appreciating the luxury of simply being together in this quiet moment.
Ryan fidgeted with the stem of his wine glass. "I've been wondering if, well, if you would consider using a strap-on with me," he confessed.
"It's something I've been thinking about for a while now, and after last weekend, I want to at least give it a try."
Annie's eyes widened in surprise, but not shock. They'd had their fair share of conversations about exploring their fantasies and desires, and the idea of her topping Ryan with a strap-on was something she had been thinking about ever since seeing his ex, Lucy, fuck.him hard. Seeing the expressions he made during it made Annie so horny.
She took a deep breath, weighing her own desires and boundaries before finally responding, "Of course, Ryan. I'm open to giving it a try and seeing where it takes us.
I'd be lying if I said the idea didn't excite me, because it does," Annie admitted with a shy grin, a slight blush creeping up her cheeks.
Ryan returned her grin with a dazzling smile of his own, his blue eyes sparkling with gratitude. The tension between them dissipated, replaced with a newfound understanding and anticipation.