A few weeks ago, I went out for cocktails with an old friend of mine who had just returned from her honeymoon in Bali. She and I had always spoken about sex quite openly, and after an hour or so of the obligatory wedding chat, our conversation became more interesting.
She had often divulged to me that, while she and her partner enjoyed a healthy and regular sex life, her orgasms were few and far between. Despite the 40 or so Craigslist offerings, I steered clear of the classifieds and had a look at some of the more professional websites. I finally settled on somebody who described himself as an attractive year-old ex-army officer.
Totes legit. He was very polite and chatty, and before mentioning anything about an appointment he asked me to tell him about about myself and my sexual history. When I got up to the room, I had a shower and without thinking about it, washed off my makeup and ran the water over my hair. When Michael first walked through the revolving lobby door, I honestly thought he was too good-looking to be the man I was waiting for.
I opened the door to our room our room?! I stood awkwardly by the desk as he started unpacking myriad oils and lotions onto the bedside table. Without saying a word, he went into the bathroom and, to my surprise, got into the shower.
Surely he should just wash his hands? Was I supposed to join him? Thankfully I decided against it. I closed the curtains, stripped naked and lay down on the bed.
