I’m in an open marriage and I’ve been seeing this man, Peter, for about 9 months. From the beginning it’s been hot and kinky – he’s been exploring his dominant side and I’m able to explore submission. We are both in our late 20s, white, blond, and have athletic bodies. I have a butt that I seem to get a lot of compliments on and 34B boobs.
We met up the other night at his place, cracked open some champagne, and he went to take a shower. I lounged on the couch on his bedroom, reading. I was wearing loose, baggy black pants, a thong, and a black sweater with no bra. He got back, pulled on some loose pants and said that earlier, he had been cooking dinner and remarked that his fingers were spicy from chopping up some sort of hot pepper, and that no matter how much he washed them, it still seemed to be lingering. Sure enough, when he sat down next to me, I pressed a hand to his and his fingers were radiating heat. We discussed the pros and cons of this, somewhat giggly from the champagne, and he said it had actually felt nice to touch himself in the shower.