Well, I needed some dessert
A Sexual Fantasy
I honestly didn't mean anything by inviting them to dinner.
Yes, it was a late dinner; 10 pm.
Yes, it was at my apartment where I lived alone.
Yes, we had met that evening at a kink club meeting on my university campus.
But I had asked them if they were hungry, and they looked at each other, and I didn't realize what the look in his eyes meant when she nodded at him and they turned to me and said, "Yes, we are."
We ate. We had drinks. They complimented me on the food, I blushed and said it was nothing. I apologized, because I had nothing for dessert.
"That's alright," he said. "I don't really have a sweet tooth."
I should have known. When I watched him bend her over my sofa and start slapping her with his flogger. And I should have realized how hungry I was too, because when he turned to me and held out the whip, I smiled at him. And took it.