I am 22, she is 21. We’ve been together for almost three years now. We have extreme amounts of passion for one another, great dedication to each other’s satisfaction, and a fairly dormant knack for exhibitionism – one that pervades our fantasies and conversations, but which hasn’t surfaced much yet. A small step towards establishing it is this story.
It goes without saying that we are really fucking proud of how our relationship works. We have great communication and really kinky sex in the college age of people falling apart for dumbest reasons. We consider ourselves lucky and generous. This story starts on the eve of Valentine’s Day, where we had a fairly hilarious and slightly drunken conversation with some of our online friends that basically ended up suggesting that Valentine’s is only judiciously spent on a nice dinner, a movie, and then brutal anal on the couch. There is trust in inflicting pain, no?
I took some of the suggestions tossed around by said friends, on their sexual escapades, and it all went into this little plan.