Red Umbrella Project: 'Fist' by Josh Ryley ::an excerpt from Pros(e)::
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We’re so excited for our upcoming 2013 Memoir Writing Workshop that we’ve decided to highlight some excerpts from the previous workshop’s final publication, Pros(e).
Enjoy!
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Fist
by Josh Ryley
“I have the gloves over there, Sir. I would like to start out with toys and work my way up to your fist. I’m making the J-lube and it’ll be ready in a second so feel free to get undressed.”
“What’s J-lube?”
“It’s lube that’s used in gynecological examinations for farm animals.” He placed the bowl in the microwave. “I like to warm it up a bit.”
With that he turned and smiled as if he’d just said, “My secret ingredient is a dash of nutmeg—shhhhh don’t tell anyone!”
Farm lube?! What happened to simple “boy butter”— the lubricant I had often seen in sex store windows that made me think of happy twinks milking cows to make an all natural lube for their tender hairless asses. Why animal lube used for cow vaginas? My stomach was sinking and I checked the clock. Only 15 minutes had passed. This would be a long three hours.
I repeated my mantra, “If anyone can do this I can.”
“I’ll need you to put on the gloves, then add the lube to your hand. Once you lube my ass you need to pull out and put this on it and rub it on the inside of my rectum”
He handed me a small brown bottle with a powder in it.
“What is this?” I was losing control of the situation. I was not being a dominant top.
“Coke. I want you to put it in my ass—if you want some you are welcome.”
“I’m sober,” I lied, although it was true I didn’t do drugs with clients. Clients are unpredictable enough on drugs that why would I choose to further complicate my situation by being fucked up as well? It was also true that I hated coke.
“Your loss, but you don’t mind doing it, do you?”
“No! I asked you to call me SIR and if you mess up again I WILL LEAVE!” Dominant Josh was back.
“Oh no! You can’t leave, please don’t!” He was almost crying right when the microwave dinged.
“Sounds like we’re ready,” he smiled. His emotions turned like a light switch.
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