As I mentioned in my first story, my boyfriend Henry and I greatly enjoy fucking (with) each other. One of our favorite games to play is “strip anything.” Here’s how you play: you turn every tiny thing in your life into a competition and then you incorporate stripping.
I should warn you that Henry and I are incredibly competitive people – our casual neighborhood walks almost always turn into a race to get home before the other person, and our grocery runs inevitably devolve into a game to see who can find the best deals on produce. How do you turn these into stripping, you ask? Easy! You just eventually rip off your and your partner’s clothes. Our races home end in a competition to see who can get naked faster once we get there, and the other person has to go down on them until completion. Our grocery bargain hunting ends with the loser having to perform a strip tease and masturbate in front of the winner. We also sometimes play strip cooking, where we have to take an item of clothing off whenever we finish a step in a recipe. Preheat the oven? Off go your socks. Wash the veggies? Yeah, you take off that paint-stained high school theater sweatshirt, you dirty girl.