I tried the ultimate ‘high-risk’ sex fantasy with a total stranger. My friends say it makes their skin crawl but I’d do it again in a heartbeat: EBONY LEIGH

Dressed in sexy black lingerie with red trim, my hands trembled slightly as I covered my eyes with the silk blindfold.

I lay face down on the bed, exactly as I’d been instructed.

Squirming with a mixture of excitement and fear, I waited.

You might be thinking it was my husband or boyfriend who would soon enter the bedroom to have his wicked way with me.

But the reality was a lot riskier than that.

Two weeks earlier, I’d connected with a man on Feeld, a kinky hook-up app. He was tall with messy dark hair and a smile that played across his face like he was thinking naughty thoughts at all times.

And it turns out, he was. Soon we were exchanging some of our deepest, darkest sexual fantasies. 

Only his were definitely deeper and darker than mine. I listened, intrigued, as he talked me through his ultimate fantasy. 

Sex columnist Ebony Leigh says an indecent proposal from a man on a kinky dating app made her throw caution to the wind and try something very risky (stock image posed by models)

‘You put on sexy lingerie and blindfold yourself,’ he began. ‘Leave the front door unlocked and lay face down on the bed…’

I gulped. This sounded like an incredibly risky thing to do with a complete stranger. But as he continued, I found myself getting turned on.

‘When you’re lying there, ready and waiting for me, I’ll creep inside the house, walk up the stairs and approach you from behind…’

Again, this sounded dangerous. Someone I’d never met letting themselves into my home? Creeping up behind while I was lying prone and vulnerable?

And yet excitement pulsed through my entire body. Could I really do something like this? Put my safety completely on the line for the thrill of something so anonymous, so deviant?

‘Next I’ll start to touch you from behind, then we’ll have slow, sensual sex. Once I orgasm, I’ll take your blindfold off, then we can go again…’

My mind was racing. This man could be, at best, a catfish, at worst, a murderer. And yet I couldn’t deny the arousal I was feeling, the steady throbbing between my legs. 

God, what would my friends say if they knew I was even considering this? They’d tell me I was crazy. That I was putting myself in danger. That it wasn’t worth the risk. 

The man shared his fantasy of entering a woman’s unlocked home and having his way with her. Ebony knew it was risky, but agreed to the man’s proposition (stock image posed by models)

‘You won’t be disappointed…’ the man said.

Somehow in that moment, I knew he was right. I agreed to him coming over that night.

For safety reasons, I told a few friends about my plans. They tried to talk me out of it.

‘He could be a creep… or a killer,’ one friend warned.

‘Honestly, the idea makes my skin crawl,’ another said. 

While I appreciated their concern, my mind was made up.  

And now here I was. Completely vulnerable, undeniably aroused, and definitely a little bit terrified, as I lay face down on the bed.

With a click, I heard the front door open. My heartbeat thudded against the sheets as I heard heavy footsteps slowly climbing the stairs.

Quietly, he entered the bedroom. There was no greeting. Just the enticing (or ominous?) sounds of him removing his shirt, unzipping his pants, kicking off his shoes.

I was breathing rapidly. Should I sit up and turn around? Make sure this guy was who he said he was? Even if he was, would that be enough to calm my rising anxiety?

But before I could bottle it, I felt strong hands on my bare legs, running up and down my skin, grabbing my buttocks, massaging my back. 

Soon was bra was unclipped, my underwear moved aside, and he was inside me. 

Oh my god. 

Author Ebony Leigh says the sex was ‘mind-blowing’ even after friends warned her she was taking an enormous risk

Every nerve ending in my body was on fire. Every sensation was magnified because I couldn’t see; I could only feel this powerful stranger taking control of me.

As he penetrated me, he grabbed my hips, pulling me closer, driving deeper, making me scream into the darkness. He was bigger than I was used to, and I like them big.

Finally, he flipped me on to my back, whipped off my blindfold and I saw him for the first time. Our eyes met, both wild with ecstasy. I was not disappointed. 

Now I was able to reach out, to touch his face, run my hands through his hair, kiss his mouth, wrap my legs around him and pull him into me.

The sex was mind-blowing. Him on top, then finally my turn to have some control. 

After allowing myself to be so vulnerable for his gratification, now I wanted to see him squirm. I pinned his arms down by his sides, grinding my hips as his eyes glazed over with desire.

The thought of the danger I’d put myself in, the risk I’d taken for this earth-shattering pay off was about to make me explode. 

And we climaxed in sync. Two complete strangers.

After he left, I texted my friends to say it was over. I told them of the intensity, the thrill, the perfect finish.

‘We’re just glad you’re safe,’ they replied.

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