“What delicacies are you looking for tonight?” he asks and I swallow thickly.
I did come in here with a goal in mind. An insane goal at that.
“I have a list.”
“A list?” he says and I nod. “Can I see?” he asks.
There’s this clawing feeling of judgment that wraps around my throat, but this place is one filled with open-minded people, so I choke it down. He pays the same membership fee I do. People don’t do that unless there’s something they want to get out of this place. The marketing even called it a judgment-free zone.
Just treat him like he isn’t the gorgeous one night stand that convinced you to explore your sexuality, show him the list, maybe he’ll offer to help.
“Alright,” I oblige, opening my clutch and unfolding the paper and handing it to him. His fingertips lightly brush mine as he takes it in hand.
He doesn’t even read the first part as he glances up at me. “Doctor Katherine Morley?”
I blush and point to the top. “PhD in fine art. I’m a professor over at Tampa U.”
His cute little dimple in his chin shows as he glances back down at my paper. His face gives nothing away. I can’t tell if he’s turned on or disgusted.
“What do these numbers mean on the side?” he asks.
“If I’ve done it, I rate it on a system on if I would do it again.”
“Spanking. Ten,” he says with a smirk. Maybe he does remember. “This anal score is low.”
I nearly choke on the gimlet, making its way down my throat. “Yes, but…that was, uh…more so to do with that one time. I would try it again.”
He shrugs and keeps going and I wonder if anything on my list is freaking him out.
Threesome with two men.
Orgy? (I’d need to see how the threesome went to see if that would be something I’d enjoy.)
Bondage
Pegging (At least once to see what it’s about)
Cum play
Wax play
Power dynamic switching
Edging (I don’t know if I’m strong enough for this)
Dirty talk ? 10/10
Dirty talk is checked off with a ten next to it. Does he have any idea that he’s the one to receive the perfect score?
A few other things are on the list, and others are crossed off.
Degradation isn’t my thing I’ve learned. Not after my Tinder date called me a dirty fucking slut who was only good to use as a hole. I asked him to stop, and he did immediately, but I couldn’t finish after because the words felt like lead in my stomach. Icould do slightly mean, but there needs to be an edge of kindness around it.
Gagging is also crossed off the list when I nearly threw up multiple times when a guy I slept with a handful of times tried to do it to me. It was something he loved, and it made us realize we weren’t compatible sexually.
Primal play is also easily crossed off the list. I let a man chase me around my house and wound up slipping on the carpet of my foyer and he had to take me to emergency care when my nose started bleeding. Thankfully it wasn’t broken.
All this to say, most things I’m willing to try twice, but for some, once was enough. The best part of it all is I’m slowly figuring out everything I like.
