It was our fifth date, and things had been going very well. We’d had sex. More than once in fact. She’d spent the night at my place actually and we’d screwed again in the morning. Then we got to talking. Talking about things that excited us and things that we thought would be fun. Our conversation went a thousand places as we laid there chatting. She told me she could tell I was an open minded guy, and that she’d try to think of some more interesting things to try. I laughed and said I’d be game for whatever she wanted. Then I got up to put on my robe. Read more