Got your attention, huh? What do you think it was? Anal with a pregnant nun? A friend’s mother? Doing it in someone’s appendectomy incision?

No. I made her wear a cloth bag over her head during sex.

Of all the things we’ve done together sexually, this was the thing she resisted the most, the thing she found the most disturbing and demeaning—and morbidly fascinating too, I guess, because she finally did agree. (Well, actually she lost a bet, but she’d agreed to the terms of the bet.)

It was a black pillowcase really, tied loosely around the base of her neck. She was naked and her wrists were tied behind her back like a prisoner, and part of the deal was that she wasn’t allowed to speak. She was faceless and anonymous, just a female body with no one behind it. I couldn’t see who she was or what she was feeling, whether she liked what I was doing or not. It was like using her body while she wasn’t there.

I ate her first, gorging myself on that hot pussy till her stomach started jerking and her hips lifted towards my mouth. Then I climbed on top of her, grabbed her tits and shoved it into her. It was glorious and filthy, totally obscene as I fucked her and bit and sucked her nipples. She was every woman in the world and no one, an adolescent’s dream of a human sex doll—tits and pussy without a face. I pinched her clit, slapped her ass, took her from behind. Anything I wanted to do, I did.

When it was over she told me that she could see me through the pillowcase and that watching my face was one of the most exciting things she’d ever seen.. It hadn’t occurred to me that she’d be able to see me, and so I’d made no attempt to hide the things I felt as I fucked her and played with her, and she got to see it all: everything I felt when I thought no one was looking.

Next time I’ll have to blindfold her too.