Trisha gets turned on by the weirdest things; I love that about her.

We were at a show one night, down in the city. A burlesque dancer had placed a tassel on the back of her panties, right where her asshole would be. She wore matching pasties on her nipples. I didn’t pay a bit of attention to that detail, beyond momentarily thinking it playful and clever, but when the show was over and we stood to leave, my girl was clutching my hand.

“Hurry,” she whispered excitedly in my ear.

“Hurry?”

“Take me home. I want — ”

Her voice was swallowed by the emcee who was thanking everyone for coming to the show.

I leaned in. “What? I missed that last part.”

She pushed her pink-painted mouth to my ear and hissed,... Read More