Our first date was far cuter and more relaxed than I would have anticipated with the girl who told me she was into consensual nonconsent. I didn’t quite know what it was and she explained it, nervous that I’d judge her or think she was weird. I assured her that she wouldn’t be judged, and asked her a bit more about it. She told me what it meant to her, what turned her on about it.
She took my arm while I was walking her back to her car and told me how much fun she had. She was an excellent kisser, which was a great relief because I like to make out. I placed my hands gently on her cheeks and pulled back ever so slightly, looking her in her sparkling green eyes.
“Do you really think I’m going to let you go home without making me cum?”
She tried to look shocked, but I wasn’t having it. I opened her car door for her and told her to get in.