We were on the way home from a night of hookah and mint tea, a favorite Friday night activity. I’m a blonde 20-something, slender build, just-a-handful breasts and shapely hips—think Kristen Bell with a more unique nose. He is around 6 feet, tan and dark hair with an equally aggravating and cute smile. Oh right, and a very pretty 7” dick. Relaxed and buzzed from the hookah, the conversation turned to his upcoming dinner plans with an old friend. “You know, I think she could seriously be a candidate,” he said, referencing our current search for a threesome partner. My ears pricked, and I got this feeling—“Wait a second, how are you so sure? Did you hook up with her in school?” He grinned, knowing how much I salivate over hearing about his past sexcapades. He is far more experienced—and I get smug (and turned on) from knowing that he’s been with all these different women, but has stuck with me for the longest. After a few minutes of cajoling, he admitted that she was actually pretty wild: over-the-top vocal and a bit domineering. ‘Oh shit,’ I thought, ‘that might actually work for us.’ Describing what we would each do to her (and vice versa), not surprising that we were both super turned on by the end of the car ride.