My friend Suzie was the most vanilla girl on the planet. Missionary sex and then some snuggles and she was good Every. Single. Time.
“Don’t you want MORE?” I asked. “I mean. My boyfriend held me down yesterday and throat fucked me until my own face was just covered in spit!”
She grimaced.
“Okay, fine. Fine. Maybe that’s too much for you.”
“Hey,” she said, resenting that comment.
“Well,” I said. “I mean it’s … kinda true, babe. You’re VA-NILL-AHHH.”
She smirked. That bitch knew it was true.
“But like, what about kinks. Fetishes? You’ve gotta have SOMETHING? Everyone has a kink.”
“I donno,” she said, fidgeting nervously in her seat.
My eyes grew wider. All that fidgeting. Her eyes were darting back and forth. She had a fetish. She had a kink! And I was going to find out what it was.
“C’mon, if you can tell anyone, it’d be ME! Your sluttiest friend! I LIVE for kink shit! Spill it!”
“Okay but … you won’t judge me, right?”
Now I was the one resenting a comment.