My mother always told me the way to a guy’s heart is through his stomach.

My naughty, zany aunt took her advice even further, saying, “Always fill your man’s stomach and empty his balls.”

And I guess they’re onto something — feeding your man can lead to some loving. After I’d been dating Jackson for a few weeks, I figured it was time to steam things up in the kitchen — and hopefully in the bedroom.

Jackson’s an old-fashioned Southern boy who vowed to treat his woman with respect and honor, which is why we had only made out a few times. I figured he must be suffering from blue balls, unless he was getting himself off as often as I was with my handy-dandy vibrator. When Jackson called midweek to invite me to dinner and a movie on Saturday, I suggested he come to my... Read More