The Other Side Of Me

During a sabbatical from my job I lived in Finland in a small town. I took the time off to write a book and experience a different life. The town cab driver was my transportation from time to time and we got to the point of conversation. During a cold night he took me to his apartment for a drink or two, and he introduced me to his cock. That night I was used in every way. I spent several days asking myself how I could have done what I did, how I let him do what he did. I did not matter, for the rest of my stay I was used and abused, submitting to his desires. I have scars on my buttocks and thighs where he established who was who between us.

It was a little over ten years now, and of all my life experiences that is the one that taught me more about myself. Sometimes being a man is about pleasing the man who wants you, being a man is about being the woman that night, being a man is accepting that deep inside you want to be used. What he is doing I do not know, but I remember the cab man from time to time, particularly when I am with a man and I'm pleasing him like I pleased the cab man during the winter months in Finland ten years ago.