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“That may have been the first time I was sexually harassed,” he said, smiling.
From there we went to another of the casino’s bars, and started talking about deep dark secrets we’d hardly shared with anyone.
But all of them have dealt with one specific thing: their bodies being at the forefront of the dating conversation.
” We looked at each other, smiled awkwardly, and got out of there.Something about him being dressed up and out in the world made us both more vulnerable and more able to be honest and open with each other about things we’d never discussed before.I revealed past experiences nobody knew about, toes dipped into worlds I’d kept from even my closest girlfriends, while he shared even more kinks he wanted to try.He's a paranoid fucker; nobody would be going near that suitcase. The stripper heels stayed in their box (which I carried up to the hotel room after being asked, "The box is hot pink, babe. Before this guy came along I thought I was pretty kinky.I'd been asking boyfriends to tie me up, hold me down and hit me harder since high school, and my tastes had escalated at a pretty steady pace.
I tried to fish for a couple of compliments but he was too nervous to pay attention. Tonight wasn't about me."Where are you ladies headed tonight," the driver asked without any trace of a smirk. His eyes turned up to me — it was mine, after all — and after I answered they said, “You look great! “I’ll bet you they just wanted to come over and talk to the cross-dresser,” he said. “I get asked questions about that dress almost every time I wear it,” and I kissed him again.