Darkest Secrets
Sebastian followed me to the bookcase and pressed himself behind me, the heat of his body radiating so hot I could feel him through my cotton pyjamas. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and with his mouth to my ear, whispered,
“Did you want a bedtime story instead of a good fucking?”
On the fourth shelf up there was a first edition of My Secret Life-The Sex Diary of a Victorian Gentleman, by Anonymous. I had furtively purchased the volume when it was first published in 1888. There was such scandal about the contents and the identity of the anonymous author, who was believed to be from the higher echelons of polite society. Although the exploits of the protagonist, Walter, were not to my taste I understood that the volume would be most sought after in the future, and was an excellent investment.
I slid the book from the shelf and then eased my hand into the gap. I clasped the hidden doorknob and twisted. I saw no need for a key to my secret room as no one knew of its existence—until now. The bookcase swung forward on its wheeled track, the hinges silent. I released the knob, replaced the book, and then turned in Sebastian’s arms to see the surprise and delight written all over his face. He told me once before that he was drawn to secret things, and especially enjoyed witnessing a man’s undoing. I now understood what he meant.
I grasped Sebastian’s hand, let the bookcase door swing fully open, and led my lover into the darkness—into my most secret place.
“The room has been fully sound-proofed. We could scream bloody murder in here and my servants would be none the wiser.” I informed as I closed the door and switched the light on. The gasp I heard from Sebastian as my collection was illuminated gave me a tickle of illicit pleasure.
The square room was originally designed as a ladies dressing room, however, on purchasing the house twenty years ago, I ordered that the room be gutted and fitted out to my requirements. The walls of my secret room were dressed in a glorious red flock velvet design, with ornate crystal wall sconces, and cabinets displaying my prized collection—and at its centerpiece The Staff of Asklepios! The floor was laid with a luxurious carpet as I liked the feel of it against the naked soles of my feet. There was a built-in closet that hid a basin for when I needed to wash. Apart from that, there was little furniture. The room was for one use only—secret, sinful self-abuse.
A wide chaise-longue in green silk brocade faced my display of ancient phalluses, and to the left, an oak cabinet held my favorite tipples—Brandy, Port wine, and Whiskey! The cabinet also held jars of oils and unguents for lubrication, a red box labeled Young’s Improved Rectal Dilators, and several dildos in hard rubber, carved wood, and ivory.
This room was where I could be my secret self, where my desire was released, and hidden from everyone, even God. Having a partner here with me in my deeply personal space, I realized I was now at Sebastian’s mercy. That fact made me feel at once vulnerable, and elated.
I turned to meet Sebastian’s look of astonishment. “You are the only one who has ever been granted permission to come inside,” I informed.
Sebastian strode to the main display admiring my exhibits. “I am… humbled that you trust me with this secret.” He paused for a moment, and with a raised brow looked back at me and said.
“But, you do know I could be playing you. I could be a complete rotter and be off in a flash with your stunning collection—”
“Indeed, that thought has crossed my mind”, I admitted as I strode to stand in front of him.
“But I truly believe that we are in agreement. Some things are worth more than money. This for instance—”
I threaded my hand through unkempt ginger hair to cradle the back of Sebastian’s head and pulled him forward so his mouth crushed against mine. The kiss was violent in its passion. We devoured one another while each wrestled to remove every stitch of clothing while not breaking the kiss. My pyjama shirt was unbuttoned and after untangling my arms it fell to the floor while Sebastian untied the waist cord and pushed the flannel pyjama bottoms down past my ruddy cockstand. The black long-sleeved vest Sebastian wore had the appearance of an undergarment with how it hugged his form. We needed to break our kiss to get the damnable thing over his head, and then Sebastian speedily pushed down and stepped out of the trousers so we were both as God intended. We stood to catch our breath admiring the naked flesh we were about to feast upon—the taut budded nipples, soft, wiry chest hair, corded muscles, and jousting cockstands.
“What do you want to do?” I asked. Sebastian stepped to me and pressed his warm chest against mine, gripping my buttocks roughly. It was as if we both wanted to be in the other's skin.
“I want to watch your face and hear you whimper as loud as you want while I bury myself inside you. I want to worship you with every rough thrust and plant my seed. Would you like that?”
My knees weakened at the thought. “I’d like that very much indeed. We could make it even better—“ I suggested with a twinkle of mischief in my eyes. Sebastian’s brow rose. I pulled away and strode to the cabinet. I removed a black lacquer-work box and a jar.
“What do you have there?” Sebastian inquired as he languidly laid out on the chaise-longue. I passed the jar to him and Sebastian read the label aloud.
“Dr. Swift’s Lubricating Unguent.
