(Author alert -- this story includes some ingestion of urine. If this is something that is disturbing to you, please don't bother to read or comment.)
I continued to see Daisy almost on a regular basis when I had breakfast at the restaurant. One afternoon, when she got off work, we went to see a play. That night when I took her home, neither of us initiated sex nor did we discuss it, but we had a good time. Then on her next day off, she called me.
"I know the sex on our first date kind of blew you away, and I wanted to make sure you were okay with it." She said.
"I will admit that it surprised me, but it was pretty hot, and you were amazing."
"We could have done something that night after the play, but the timing wasn't right, if you know what I mean."
"I understand and it was okay; I had a good time with you."
"Why don't you come over this afternoon, about six, and I'll fix dinner for us and maybe I can make it up to you?"
"There's no way I would turn down a chance to see you again, so I will be there and thanks."
As we cleaned up the dishes after dinner, Daisy explained, "I like all kinds of sex and I guess you could say I like experimenting, but I just enjoy anal sex more than anything. It excites me terribly."
"I found it really exciting myself," I admitted, "and I like kinky sex sometimes."
"Really?" she asked as she wiped her hands on a towel. "What's the kinkiest thing you've ever done or wanted to do?"
We went into the living room, and she sat close to me on her sofa.