The song blaring in Tyler’s bedroom is yet another from his playlist of all-time favorites: “Enter Sandman” by Metallica. And, lucky me, I’m listening to this hard-hitting, nasty song while being bent over Tyler’s bed and getting pounded from behind.

Tyler leans over to my ear. His breath is hot. One hand is on my breast. His other on my clit. “I’m gonna spank your ass in three seconds unless you tell me no.”

What was that now? I open my mouth to reply and close it again. Why did Tyler ask for a no this time, rather than an explicit yes? But before I can engage in further analysis of that puzzle, Tyler’s hand leaves my breast, and I feel a stinging sensation on my right ass cheek. Well, I’ll be damned. That turned me on.

“Yes?” he growls.

“Yes.”

Tyler continues pounding me for a bit more, and then he spanks me again…and…I…come so hard, my legs collapse underneath me. I crumple onto the bed, growling with my pleasure.

In a flash, Tyler pulls out of me, grabs the purple dildo that’s been ominously sitting on the edge of the bed this whole time, and slides that sucker inside me. Without further ado, he turns it on, bends down behind me, parts my ass cheeks, and proceeds to tongue my asshole.

Almost instantly, my back-door muscles begin spasming like crazy. “Tyler,” I grit out, just before my body comes like a freight train, even harder than the last time. “Oh, my God.”

I hear a splooging sound, like something being squeezed out of a bottle, and then the sensation of Tyler’s slick fingers sliding up and down my ass crack.

Oh, jeez. I suddenly understand what Tyler’s about to do. “I’m scared,” I blurt.

“Relax,” Tyler whispers, his breathing labored.

I can’t relax. I can’t breathe. My chest is tight. “I’m scared.”

“I’ll go slow,” he whispers. “The minute you say no, it’s over. No coaxing. No persuading. One ‘no’ and I’m immediately out. You trust me?”

I take a deep breath. “Yes.”

“Tell me you trust me.”

“I trust you.”

“This is going to feel amazing. You’ll see.”

I take another deep breath.

“Yes?” he whispers.

“Yes.”

He increases the speed of the vibrator inside me, sending its head knocking feverishly against my G-spot and the little silicone “rabbit” at its base swirling frenetically across my clit.

I moan. I’m shaking. Short of breath.

“Relax,” he coos. He slides his finger inside my ass, past the thick ring of muscles guarding its entrance, and… Wait. That’s not Tyler’s finger.

I yelp. And kind of squeak. “So big,” I breathe, clutching the bedspread.

“Breathe,” Tyler says into my ear. “Take a deep breath and exhale.”

I do as I’m told, and he slides himself farther inside me.

“Yes?” he grits out.

“Yes,” I choke out.

One more deep breath and Tyler’s all the way inside me. He begins moving slowly. Holy motherfucking shit! I’ve got a vibrating dildo up my cooch and a giant cock up my ass? Who am I? And why does this feel so good? I make a garbled sound and tighten my grip on the bed covering. I’m hanging on for dear life.

“Oh, Jesus,” Tyler gasps behind me, his voice strained. “Thank you, Jesus. You okay, baby?”

I open my mouth to reply, but a tsunami of white-hot ecstasy shoots through me, and then an orgasm like nothing I’ve felt before racks me—an orgasm so devastating to my system, it causes tears to spontaneously squirt out of my eyes.

I crumple, but Tyler’s got me. He holds me up even as his dick ripples inside me with what feels to me like a huge orgasm for him.

Finally, we collapse onto the bed together, both of us gasping for air.

I pull the vibrating dildo out of me. Turn it off and toss it onto the bed. “Holy fuck,” I say.

“Thank you, God,” he whispers. He gulps at the air for a moment. “Thank you, Zooey Cartwright.”

We rearrange ourselves until we’re both lying on our sides, facing each other, our chests heaving. “You seemed to enjoy doing that just a little bit,” I say, smiling.

“Holy shit. That was my first time. Amazing.”

My eyes widen. “Seriously?”

He nods. “You de-virginized me, Zooey Cartwright.”

I smile broadly. “Does that mean I’m a lifelong memory now?”

Tyler strokes my hair for a moment, looking deep in thought. He gently stretches a coiled strand of my hair taut, releases it, and watches it go boing. “You already were.”