Literotica Teaser
Next Level
The story of Anna continues; a young woman in Berlin in search of something — her identity, her sexuality, or both
Oh my god, I’m so excited: My second erotica book, Next Level is available now on Berlinable, the Berlin-based erotica publisher whose mission is to change the world through passionate literature.
This isn’t a completely new story, instead, it’s years in the making, from when I first told a much shorter version at the sexy storytelling competition, Smut Slam in January 2018—and won! (#humblebrag). I later published two related short stories here on Medium that has now been taken down. This new, extended, and super juicy version, is over 5k words long and full of sensual yet explicit sexy-action. This is one of my absolute favorite stories that I’ve written and I really hope you enjoy it too!
Teaser
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—Do you squirt?
He asks her the question as they work their way down a comprehensive checklist of kinks and sexual preferences.
Before meeting him, she never shared her desires and wishes with anyone to this extent, and she’d had a hard time discussing intimacy without blushing profusely and stumbling over her own words. With little previous experience beyond mediocre half-hour ordeals, sex never seemed like much to dissect anyway. Therefore, her answer to most of his questions, including this one was:
—I’m not sure, but let’s see…
She used to think that talking about sex before the act ruined the spontaneity and magic of it, but he’s quickly proving her wrong. More aroused than she dares to admit, she senses herself getting soaked and tingly all over. What is he planning?
Clued into his level of experience, as well as his depraved creativity, she can almost hear the sounds of his mental wheels turning from behind the laptop screen. Meanwhile, she imagines him puzzling together all of her answers into a bespoke play-session that will inaugurate her into his world.
She can hardly sit still.
—I guess we’ll find out, he responds with a wink-emoji.
If someone had told her a year before that this is where she’d be; single and eager to explore, with the world at her feet, she would have laughed. It’s remarkable though, what crashing and burning out of a dysfunctional marriage — after having an affair with a woman, and then setting out to make up for a decade and a half of vanilla-monogamy — does to your outlook.
Her whole world had been turned on its head over a matter of months and she was finding herself far from where she’d imagined at this point in life. But, now that she was here, there was nowhere else she’d rather be: She’d been given life all over again.
Anna had started her newfound single-journey sleeping with a woman and quickly found that once the dick is out of the equation, she was basically left with endless foreplay and multiple orgasms. It was heavenly, and she certainly didn’t complain!
Yet, the day came when she realized that while she’s sexually fluid and loves women too, she’s not a lesbian. And, though her female lover, Alex, had fancied the strap-on far superior to its flesh-and-blood equivalent, she was of a different opinion.
While Alex had been all set to order a U-haul, Anna was in no way ready to settle; her journey had barely begun.
She’d decided it was time to give the dick another chance and did what any other sensible adult would do; she joined Tinder. At 33, it was her first time signing onto a dating app. Ever.
On a balmy late-spring evening, on the patio of a cute Prenzlauerberg bar, she met the first guy she ended up hooking up with. After a few drinks it got hot and heavy, and he started saying things like:
—You have no idea what I wanna do to you… I wanna do all these bad things to you!
Basically ravenous at that point, she whispered back:
—Oh yes, please, do all the bad things!
When they eventually got to his place, Anna was bursting with excitement. Awaiting passion and intensity like nothing she’d had before, she wanted to be torn into pieces and left in a puddle of cum and sweat, just to be picked up, put back together, and cradled in the strong, veiny arms of a gentle, yet testosterone-fueled man.
Instead, what followed was a mere ten-minute quickie before her bad-boy yawned and passed out. Grudgingly, she accepted that there was no more bursting in the cards for her that night.
Hot, bothered, and somewhat befuddled, she rolled over:
After all of that build-up, that was it?
I guess, when he said he wanted to do all these bad things, he simply meant bad, as in totally lame, she thought to herself and rolled her eyes.
Tormented by feelings of unfulfillment and the voracious hunger between her legs that only kept growing, Anna was unable to fall asleep. She had to make an exit.
Smooth as a fox she slithered herself out of his clammy grip, away from the heavy beer-breath of a guy who no longer resembled the wild beast from before. Her tiger, reduced to a milk-drunk domesticated house cat, was purring peacefully and utterly unaware of her flight as she slipped back into her summer dress and tiptoed across the squeaking wood floors.
Back out in the still-buzzing Berlin night, she felt disgruntled, yet far from dejected. Deep inside, she knew there were better and bigger (…) things out there. She’d had hints of it — She knew it existed. She just had to figure out how and where to find it.
Hopping on her bike she headed south, soaring down Prenzlauer Allée and past Mitte, inhaling the mild air, saturated with libidinous Linden blossoms, remnants of Pils vom Vass, and the laughter of a whole city waking from winter slumber. The scents were intoxicating. Anna felt alive and burgeoning, excited for summer; her first as a single woman since her early twenties.
Fast forward a couple of months and a handful of experiences later — a few wondrous and some rather mediocre — she found herself signed up to the kinky social network, FetLife.
She’d known about it for a while but had rejected the idea, thinking it was too much, and not for her. Besides, the fact that you can’t access and have a look inside without creating a profile made it further intimidating. She was still curious though, and when not just one or two, but a third person prompted her to join, she took it as a sign from the universe that there was something there that she was meant to explore.
Almost immediately after signing up and uploading her first timid photos, she started chatting with a seemingly empathetic and charming gentleman, who happened to be a Dominant — and a seasoned one at that.
Exploring her submissive side seemed like the natural choice, for several reasons. Besides being more inclined in that direction — she’d always liked to be treated rough, having her hair pulled, and feeling overpowered in bed, but had never had the courage to ask for more — her lack of experience made her cringe at the thought of making decisions in bed. Literally handing the lead over to someone else sounded more liberating than anything; empowering even.
—How about nipple clamps?
Her gentleman, Robert, proceeds down his checklist while she continues to answer in a similar vein:
—Hmmm, haven’t tried, but they look cool. I’d be up for it.
—Spreader bars?
—Same!
—The magic wand, and forced orgasms?
—I’ve seen one, but never tried it — same!
—Anal play?
—Interested, but not right away. Let’s wait on that.
—Gotcha!
Robert is attentive and to-the-point. Firm and authoritative, he makes her feel safe and never pressured. She tells him she wants to be spanked but to start slow and warm her up first. She knows she’s into some pain, but has yet to have her limits tested and has given him permission to explore. They establish safewords. She goes for the classic ‘red’.
—Are you free Friday night?
Although they’ve been chatting for almost two weeks and she already knows she wants to meet him in real life, the prospect of it actually happening unleashes a kaleidoscope of butterflies in her belly.
—Yes, I am, she types with fluttering fingers.
—It’s ‘Sir’ to you from now on.
Robert’s sudden shift of tone sends a jolt through her that soaks her already moist panties in an instant.
—Yes Sir! she types, feeling her face flush.
Moments later she receives his instructions:
We’ll meet at a bar close to your place. If at any time you decide that you want to play, you’ll hand me a sign; I’ll let you know later what it will be. From that moment on, we’ll stop talking and you’ll start walking towards your apartment; me following behind you like a stranger.
Entering your building, make sure that all gates and doors stay open for me. Once inside, you’ll strip down to the outfit that I will have picked out for you and place yourself, legs spread, standing against the wall with your arms above your head. Then, I’ll enter, get up behind you… The rest, you’ll find out…
Read the rest!
To find out what happens with Anna and Robert, head to Berlinable for full access to this and all of their other stories. Next Level is also available on Amazon, Google Books, Barnes & Noble, and most other places that distribute e-books—just google Ena Dahl Next Level.
For those who follow me on Patreon, this story is now available here as a special edition, photo-illustrated PDF book with some of the hottest photos I’ve put out (in public) to date.
Cover art and a series of illustrative photos were created in collaboration with photographer Ian May.
I hope you enjoyed this, and I look forward to publishing more long-form erotic stories in the very near future.
With love,
