“What do you like? What would you like to do? Would you like to try it with me?” Sending the message, I wondered if she will even bother answering. After all, she is a lesbian and much younger, twenty-six to my forty-four.
Surprise, an answer ping from the mailbox announcer, and quickly, too. I open the mailbox, open the one new message. An answer, from Emily. Well, she says that her name is Emily, maybe it even is. “What would I like? No idea. I did not have male sex in a very long time. What do you want to do?”
“I am not sure. How about a Yoni massage?” I answer. Would she even know what a Yoni massage is? Not surprisingly, she does not…
“I don’t shave my body hair, especially not pubic,” she mails me. “Would you like me to?” Good heavens, body modification, even slight, all for me? But, no. “Don’t. I love a full bush.”
More emails, back and forth. We agree. We set a time and a place. We exchange real phone numbers, real names, real emails. We exchange photographs, real ones, face and body, but chaste. It is going to happen. “But, please,” she writes, “I really want to try fucking. Penetration. Remember.”