One night, I asked the ex if she wanted to have a little fun. She smiled and said, “Sure.”
“Are you going to be my little slut tonight?,” I asked her. “We’re going to do some more things, so go with it, OK? And remember your safe word.” She just smiled as I walked in the bedroom, closing the door. I had already put on something she liked (a pair of satiny boxers she had bought me), and a robe. I sat back down and told her to go put on something slutty. Without a word, she went into the bedroom and closed the door. She knew how much I liked surprises, and how the anticipation killed me.