I’d been seeing Luke for about six weeks — long enough for us to get more than physically intimate. I liked him. We were fucking like crazy. Now we were at the stage where we could share secrets.

One night he asked me, “What’s the freakiest thing a guy ever asked you to do?”

I’d put on a skimpy sheer robe to go to the kitchen to grab a glass of wine. Luke was still lying naked on my bed. I dreamily surveyed his muscled body as I thought about his question. I sat on the bed and sipped my wine.

“Is it what a guy asked to do, or is it the freakiest thing I ever let a guy do with me?” I asked.

Luke grinned wickedly. “That you let him do.”

I knew Luke never got jealous of my exes, so without hesitation I said, “My old... Read More