Stairwell Rendez-vous
By Britten • Mar 5th, 2009 • Category: SEX AND RELATIONSHIPS
One late night, or possibly early morning, last week, I found myself in a basement stairwell of a club instructing a young man to slip off only one leg of my stockings. This was not to simplify removal, but to guarantee a swift redressing process.
Obviously at this point, he would have done anything I said, and likewise, did not hesitate to comply. However, what I found odd the following morning when I arose to discovered bruises striped down my back, was while I was not exactly sure how this young man coerced me into the underbelly of a nightclub, I was able to dictate with complete conviction how I wanted the events to proceed.
Is it true after a certain point, there is no turning back? Or is there a sense of lingering shame that makes one want to regain control of the situation?
Being a grown woman and a product of the aftermath of the sexual revolution, I have very little problem seeing what I want and taking it, in any available arena if need be. Yet, I can’t help but recognize that not only do not all women feel this liberation; there is still a great stigma against it.
When I first began my sexual encounters, I decided that I should not prohibit myself from doing what I wanted to do, just because it was not socially acceptable for a young girl to do so. So I developed a few rules of my own to negate those taboos:
1) Always have the man wear a raincoat.
2) Discretion, no kissing and telling within the same circle.
3) Ask the man’s middle name. Somehow, this brought things to a personal level to attain familiarity, thus deeming me not a slut.
Now, I must admit that rules are meant to be broken, and sometimes while I knew a man’s middle name, I did not know their last, but for the most part- these rules have given me a sense of security within myself and have given me the freedom to be a sex explorer.
So, I do not believe I will ever be able to avoid feeling a tinge of guilt with some of my encounters. However, when I see the evidence of staircase impressions marked on my body, I will always giggle mischievously (and hopefully satisfied) at the memory.
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Britten is born and raised in New Jersey and spent her 20’s breaking hearts in California, getting her MFA in writing along the way. Now she’s back in NYC, ready to disclose her scandalous tales and mint some new ones. Can’t live without: Kiehl’s lip balm, her Pucci clutch, and L’eau d’Issey. See more of her at http://www.scenebseen.com
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i read it..
There are so many instances when a man believes he is in charge of the situation, however the woman has all control at all times. Most males thrive on their role as the aggressor. Women choose in many circumstances to bide their time and fool the man into believing that he is in control. When the encounter comes to a conclusion, only then does a man realize (if he is sophisticated enough) that the woman played him like a violin.
Some males are embarrassed by this. I have always been enthralled by the idea. And I would not be afraid to admit it. In fact I just received my first “booty call” a few weeks ago. I loved letting a woman set the tone from start to finish.
As for your three rules. 1 is a must, 2 a need, and 3 only for your personal self view, agreeable none the less.
keep up the very interesting work Britten!
You’ve been a bad, bad girl………love it!!!!!!
holy schnikies!
Great site I will be linking back to you.
I did not expect this on a Tuesday. Great read, great article. Added you to my feed reader.