I stared at him, liking that he leveled the playing field straight off the bat, making something awkward and not fun at this stage in our relationship something that was quick-hit sharing.

I gave, he got.

He gave, I got.

And he continued doing it.

“I’m not into kink but I am into being creative. That will range from the fact we will not only fuck in a bed, but anywhere we feel like it to light bondage and me willing to talk through shit you might want to explore. And I have a life philosophy. That being, you shouldn’t just be aiming to do it right, or not at all, you should aim to excel at it. And that includes sex.”

Oh my.

“You not into kink?” he asked boldly.

“I, uh…really…never gave it much thought from a practical standpoint.”

“Either of these guys or any guy you’ve been with try to introduce it and you shot him down?”

I shook my head, going on to say, “Which is probably why I didn’t give it much thought. It wasn’t introduced and I’ve never been with a guy long enough to uh…as you say, explore.”

A short nod, no commentary, more questions.

“Any guy tell you he wanted to take you to a sex club? Watch BDSM porn with you?”

I shook my head again, but shared hesitantly, “Though, I watch porn.”

His ear dipped to his shoulder and his voice changed. “Yeah?”

I nodded my head.

“You watch with a guy?” he asked quietly.

I went back to shaking my head.

“You want to?”

“I’m into gay porn,” I told him.

“Well, shit.”

He grinned.

But I sat up straight.

And Axl didn’t miss it.

“What?” he asked.

“Well, I watch BDSM gay porn. Some of it is pretty hard-core.”

“And it’s a watch thing only?”

“If you mean on my laptop, yeah.”

“I mean you don’t go to clubs?”

Back to shaking my head.

“Conventions? Shows?”

More shaking of my head.

“So you haven’t met anyone in that world,” he stated.

“No,” I confirmed.

“You watch it with your curtains open, say someone can see in?”

God.

This was humiliating.

“No, in bed.”

“Right,” he whispered, lips twitching.

He knew I did it, and I touched myself while I did it.

Ugh.

Someone kill me.

He kept at it.

“So online pay-per-view?”

Yes, I needed someone to kill me.

“I have a subscription.”

No more twitching, he smiled.

“Atta girl,” he murmured.

“This is mortifying,” I murmured back, turning my attention to my forgotten bagel.

“Baby, look at me.”

I didn’t want to, but I looked at him.

“It’s natural. It’s healthy. And just so you know where I’m at with it, I find it attractive. You know what you like, you got the courage to seek it out and get it.”

“It’s probably not what you like.”

“No, but women dig man-on-man like men dig women-on-women. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“Do you dig women-on-women?”