It was a simple proposition. I come over, strip naked, and sit on his face—no questions asked.
Just a few months before, it would have horrified me to be so direct. Lately though, I’d been getting more courageous about my sexuality, basking in the realization that I could have my way with most men. The latest subject was my friend David, whom I’d met a few semesters ago in an econ class. He was funny, cute, and a bit on the short side. I’d always thought he was full of himself, but despite my reservations I was attracted to him. He had asked me out a few times before and I’d always had too much pride to say yes. One afternoon I was texting him, providing comfort after a breakup, and the conversation got heated. I don’t know why, but I made the ask and he said yes. I guess I was in a dominant mood.