I'm seeing this guy and his favorite thing to do is hear stories of slutty things I used to do before I met him. Really, the worse the story (or the younger I was when it happened) the more he likes it.
It's a little hard for me, because when I did these things, I wasn't really thinking abut ever sharing them with anyone else. But he likes to wait until we are alone…and maybe I've had a few glasses of wine…and he likes to ask me about my past. He's pretty dominant and, well, he can usually make me tell him whatever he wants. Which makes me squirm. He seems to like that as well.
But I thought I would post a story here for him then send him the link. Which he will either really like or…well…he might really make me squirm.
When I was 16 we lived in a house bordering our country club. One early evening, I had dinner with my parents, then was walking home across the golf course by myself – my parents were going on to another party.