At first glance, I am the guy
your mother wants you to marry. Successful, sweet, clean shaven. Below
the surface, I am the guy your mother warned you about: pierced tongue,
tattoos, a ton of kinks. A couple of months ago, I met a woman who
wanted to be a sex slave. We talked about relationship expectations and
because of a few deal breakers (she is older than me, she has kids from
a past marriage, our career goals differ) we said that this wasn’t
going anywhere beyond a temporary fling. Now she comes to my house a
couple of times a week, puts on lingerie, blows me, does my dishes,
blows me, gets tied up/spanked, picks up my dirty laundry, blows me
again, and then leaves. Needless to say, I am quite happy with the
situation.
Now I have met a great woman who I like and
am looking to start a...