Honey, Don't
When it comes to adding spice in the bedroom, people's tastes are as diverse as their palates. Of course there are those like things salt-free, and those who need to add some pepper to their orgasms. For example, once on Date #3 with someone, he whipped out a blindfold (no, we weren't doing that, not that soon!) While this might be considered kinky for some, others find this mildly seasoning.
Without revealing too much about my preferences (and I am not going to tell you how I reacted to the blindfold incident,) I do have a funny story to share...
One of my first boyfriends in the city, after graduating college, was M. We met through his roommate in early fall, and I was ecstatic when we started dating in January. The R-rated times with M M were fun- our thing was to push the envelop in outdoor spaces. But never were any tangible items added to the mix, until my birthday that September.
After a special bday dinner, M and I thought it would be fun to go "food shopping" at the local bodega. For some reason, I was drawn to the honey bottles (maybe I was sensing the upcoming Rosh Hashana apples and honey.) Who knows.
What I neglected to consider was the amount of body hair that M had (total sweater boy, but fortunately, no back hair. Or at least that's the picture I am going to paint for you.) So what I thought would be sweet and tasty turned out to be gooey and stuck. Very stuck- akin to getting gum in your hair. Let's just say that M took 2 showers that night, and was pulling honey out of his hair for a good 2 weeks following. And all I got for my birthday was a nice dinner.
Lesson learned.
Without revealing too much about my preferences (and I am not going to tell you how I reacted to the blindfold incident,) I do have a funny story to share...
One of my first boyfriends in the city, after graduating college, was M. We met through his roommate in early fall, and I was ecstatic when we started dating in January. The R-rated times with M M were fun- our thing was to push the envelop in outdoor spaces. But never were any tangible items added to the mix, until my birthday that September.
After a special bday dinner, M and I thought it would be fun to go "food shopping" at the local bodega. For some reason, I was drawn to the honey bottles (maybe I was sensing the upcoming Rosh Hashana apples and honey.) Who knows.
What I neglected to consider was the amount of body hair that M had (total sweater boy, but fortunately, no back hair. Or at least that's the picture I am going to paint for you.) So what I thought would be sweet and tasty turned out to be gooey and stuck. Very stuck- akin to getting gum in your hair. Let's just say that M took 2 showers that night, and was pulling honey out of his hair for a good 2 weeks following. And all I got for my birthday was a nice dinner.
Lesson learned.
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