Chapter 1
It was Friday evening about 7:30. I was sitting at an elegant table in an elegant restaurant opposite a very inelegant man, Alex by name. I was on a second date with him, and wondering what the hell I was doing there. This guy, although cute, was egotistical and boring. All he could talk about was his hobbies, his work, his mother, his car, his amateur hockey league, his...you get the picture. I don't think in two evenings together he asked me more than 2 or 3 questions about myself.
We were drinking martinis, and I was trying to get drunk so I could stand him. I kept my eyes looking at him, nodding and smiling as though actually listening, but in reality I was off in my own fantasy world, imagining myself on a beach in Martinique, lounging topless, surrounded by beautiful boys and drinking sweet concoctions with little umbrellas in them. It was a dreamy state I was in...
"Kinky"...
when the back of my brain registered that word. I thought maybe I had heard wrong, so I tried to tune back in...
"whose husband had no idea what he'd gotten himself into, but over time he became more accepting and even got to like. So then they went south for a year because he got transferred...
"Alex, stop" I said.
He looked shocked, and I said,
"Did you say the word kinky, or did I imagine it?"
He started to blush, and he stammered,
"Weren't you listening to me?"
"Alex, I've been pretending to be listening to you for 2 dates. Now, did you or did you not say the word kinky?"
He started to get huffy and said,
"Yes, what of it?"
"Well, it's not a word I would ever have expected to pass your lips. What were you talking about?"
"My sister and her husband. She's been a bit kinky since she was a teen. My parents have done everything to try to get her on the straight and narrow, but to no avail. I have just learned to tolerate her."
He stopped talking and I stopped talking. He got nervous from the silence.
"What?" he whined.
"Well, this is not exactly something I tell men on a second date, but I have an interest in kinky."
"Really," he said quietly, "what do you mean by an interest?"
"OK, to be blunt, I like kinky sex. I'm a dom, and I love to meet subs."
"What are doms and subs?" he asked.
I spent a few minutes explaining dom/sub to him. He showed a surprising interest. When I finished, he said
"you know, and this is something I've never told anyone, but I like feeling submissive. I like doing what someone orders me to do. It makes me feel guided and loved. I think I got this from my sister, who used to order me around all the time."
"Well," I said, "this is an interesting turn of affairs. What about risky? Do you like risky?"
He said "if you mean hang gliding or bungee jumping, hell no, I'm too much of a coward."
"No," I said in an annoyed voice, "risky SEX."
Well, I could have pushed him over with a feather. He was speechless. He kept opening his mouth, but nothing came out.
"Linda, I don't understand how we got on this subject, but it's making me uncomfortable. Can we talk about something else?"
"No," I said, "We will talk about this because I want to."