RAW DESIRES:{50 Stories of Passion}
To push those limits?
Days turned into a week of texts. Lex was patient, never pushy. We'd banter about daily life…my frustrating client meetings, his site visits, then dip into deeper waters. "What's your fantasy?" he'd ask late at night. I'd hesitate, then type: >Being taken charge of. No decisions, just... intensity.,<
His responses were measured: >Intensity comes in layers. Start slow.<
We met again, this time for dinner at a quiet Italian place. Wine loosened my tongue, and I opened up about Peter how vanilla our sex had been…predictable and uninspired. Lex listened, his foot occasionally brushing mine under the table, a subtle tease.