The Pilot

I got permission to satisfy my curiosity, with the premise that I should keep myself safe, most especially my IP address and location.

People always ask me what turns me on, or what I have in mind going to that space. I told them that I am an open book — freshly bound, nothing written — so I am open to all possibilities. And boy, did they bring it on. I get to experience multiple scenarios, different people — some too forward and some too slow, some too predictable and some very mind-boggling — but nonetheless, an experience.

I then met The Pilot, about 10 years my senior. Very interestingly, during the time of our conversation, he was at the airport, waiting for his next flight. He did send a picture as evidence that he is in an airport — showing his brightly cleaned dress shoes, well-ironed dress pants (or probably uniform for them), but not a face. In all honesty though, a face is not needed for the presence he commands. He is a perfect balance of a man who leads and a man who takes what he wants.

That’s when I realized the first thing I desire — a man who is in control.

We started cajoling on this very thin plateau, bringing each other to the edge to see who gives in first. I can feel in his words that he is openly challenging me to push him over and I give him the hardest chase of his life. The thrill of commanding this power over him, close to being out of control, more so in a public place where this desire is forbidden, has given me a rush I have never experienced in my life. I never knew also that someone like me — a simple woman with very straightforward thoughts, uncomplicated desires — can get this much control and power over someone. After what felt like hours on being on edge, I gave in to the pleasure, with him relishing it while holding his own as much as he can, given that he is still in a compromising place. In exchange for my pleasure, he ordered me to be back at this place by nighttime, so he can fulfill his own.

I carried this rush for the rest of the day while I work, possibly looking a little bit flushed, while I look forward to the evening.

Evening comes and I come back, him waiting for me already, ready to command me as he wishes. My nerves are on fire in anticipation. This time also, now that he is in the safe haven of his hotel room, I do see how much desire I create for him — a vision I daresay did make me water. This time, I let him take control of my mind, my body and my senses completely, all open for him to use for his pleasure. I chose to hold my own in return to give him what he wants, and he took it. Seeing him fall from the edge, not holding back, gave me such a rush that I don’t need to physically feel it — a mind orgasm of some sorts.

We did part ways that night. He was explaining that given his tight schedule with his flights, he cannot say when he will be back, although he did strongly insist that if we are on the same vicinity, we should get reacquainted.

He did leave me a souvenir of our tryst.

A picture of his hand over his jewels, with his wedding ring on.