My latest lover and I had been dating for several weeks. James was fun, handsome, smart and sensitive. Really, everything a woman could want in a boyfriend. And yes, he was a great lay, too. Our dates reliably ended with the two of us hopping into bed together. I loved the feel of his body, loved how he wasn’t just into sex for his own immediate needs. He always made sure I got my share of orgasmic fulfillment.

I liked to think I was fun, too. Actually, I was sure of it. I was no prude. Every position was on the table when we got together — including him once literally fucking me on my kitchen table. We’d done it standing, sitting, front, back and sideways.

But there was one thing we hadn’t done — I hadn’t done. I had never gone down on James, never sucked him off, never blown... Read More