He asked me to arrive at his hotel room by a certain time, get changed into lacy lingerie, get on the bed with my hands under the pillows (for some faux restraints) and with a pillowcase over my eyes for a makeshift blindfold.

He said he’d arrive at some point and that I was to wait for him. He’d enter without saying a word and he’d start giving the first of 100 kisses that I was to count. The 100th kiss would be on my lips and the blindfold could come off.

It ended up being the sexiest experience I’ve had in a long time.

I was nervous to begin with, but a kind of excited nervousness. I liked the instruction beforehand. I’ve never scripted what sex would look like in advance but I didn’t mind the visual, the build up of anticipation. I liked driving the 35 minutes to his hotel room knowing what was in store for me.

I had grabbed a favourite red lingerie set as I was leaving the house, something I knew I’d feel comfortable in. When I got to his hotel room, I walked in and could smell a lingering scent of his aftershave, he’d stripped the bed and laid the pillows and pillowcase out. I started to wonder if I’d passed him outside or in reception, where was he waiting? And thinking about that upped the thrill of it.

He’d asked me to text him when I was ready and where I’d like the first of his kisses. I wanted to write back ‘my inner thigh’ but I wasn’t brave enough for that and wrote back, ‘I’m ready, first kiss on my neck please’ and I waited. Thankfully he wasn’t a monster and didn’t leave me hanging too long. I heard him come in and put something down, and he circled the bed until he was one side of me. My breathing was so irregular at this point, a bit ragged from nerves and excitement.

I remember thinking on the drive over that I’m not sure how into the blindfold idea I was. I love looking and seeing other people. Their reactions, their movements. I thought …maybe I’ll just use the blindfold as an illusion and sneak glances anyway. But in the moment? I loved the blindfold. Even when I moved my head and the blindfold rode up or moved, I ended up closing my eyes until he adjusted it back. It felt sexier to me to not see him, to not know. Even to lean into the instructions given. But honestly, once things started happening, that was probably the last coherent thought I had.

He started off by running his fingers along my skin. Then he added an ice cube. Mixed in with soft kisses on my neck, my thighs. Circling my nipples with the ice cube was an intense experience but it all felt so good. The softness of his touch, his lips, together with the sting of the coldness of the ice cube. Once or twice he flicked the ice cube so that droplets of water would land on my lips and it was at those points that I realised that I’d been moaning, or doing little huffs of breathing when he’d moved away from a spot that felt good.

Everything he did made me want more. It was intoxicating. All the touching, light kisses on my skin, the blindfold, the idea of being restrained. All of it had built into my massive amount of need. He’d moved aside the fabric of my lingerie and had used his fingers on me, sliding his fingers into my mouth to lick off. I was glad when he moved one of the pillows ‘holding’ my arms down and guided my hand to his hard cock and I was happy to stroke him, but soon after he replaced his fingers inside me with his mouth and everything felt like too much and not enough at the same time.

The next thing I knew, he had moved the pillow again, and let my hand discover that he’d put a condom on and I felt a surge of gratitude at this kindness from him as well as excitement. I thought the blindfold would come off but he continued to adjust it over my eyes as he fucked me with my legs in different positions. When he raised my legs over his shoulders the feeling of him was deep inside me. Almost but not quite too deep and I remember tensing but his control was good and it felt incredible.

The first thing he said to me (maybe?) was to keep my eyes closed as he grabbed my hand and helped me off the bed, only to have my hands pressed against the wall, bent over a bit so that he could take me from behind. I could have opened my eyes but I was so in deep in this submissive space that I didn’t.

Not even when he told me to get on my knees in front of him. He tasted like the latex from the condom and he had his hands very gently on my head and in my hair. He whispered encouragement as I sucked him, clearly enjoying when I took him further into my mouth. I liked it. I liked him saying how well I was doing, that he saying it in such a low voice. I wanted to please him and kept going until tears were streaming down my face.

He said ‘good’ as he lightly stoked my cheek before guiding me again to the edge of the bed where I was told I could open my eyes finally. It was so different fucking him with my eyes open, with the ability to see him. The look of desire and pleasure as I rode him, my back arching and my head falling back in my own pleasure. I couldn’t take my eyes off him in every way he moved. Whether it was to reposition my legs or the way he thrusted into me. When he used his fingers on my clit again, my orgasm building he said ‘let go’ in this way that had me relaxing into it.

I loved the restriction of the faux restraints before but without them I could run my hands along his arms and back, holding him closer to me and hear his growls of pleasure in my ear, his hair falling into my face. When he finished, his final kiss was actually on my forehead. And I realised that I’d lost count at 32 kisses and I have no idea now if he ever managed to give me those 100 kisses or not. I don’t care. I had the best day ever, absolutely worn out from all the orgasms.