Page 4 of Experiments in Love
“For Pete’s sake.” There was a dramatic sigh and then I heard him plop down in the other booth and glasses get set on the table. “And he’s not offering to be the Dom in question, is he?”
Well, when he said it like that…
“I don’t know. We haven’t gotten to that part.” The curious cutie’s head popped over the side of the booth again. “Are you the type of Dom who likes control and doesn’t mind sharing? I think we’d have enough to talk about to date outside of the scene. What are your thoughts on vanilla dating that leads toward a penis experiment?”
He was fascinating…but his friend sounded like he was going to have a heart attack.
Hopefully, we could work out our first date before we needed to call an ambulance.
Chapter 2
Kennedy
“Do you even know his name?”
I wasn’t sure why that was important, but I shook my head. “No, I don’t care what his name is unless it’s something I’ll never be able to pronounce. His views on scenes and what restaurants he likes are higher on the list. What if he’s vegan? That fake cheese makes me gassy.”
Our chatty neighbor smiled. “We don’t want that.”
“Not if we’re planning on me bottoming. It gives me a stomachache.” Trying to inch farther over the wall and see what his bulge looked like, I smiled and stayed on topic. “Do you like to top? I’ve heard some Doms prefer to bottom, but I’m kind of fond of that position, so I’d rather not trade.”
He nodded.
Thank goodness.
“Yes. I prefer to top but I’m open to trying other things if that’s what you wanted. I understand Dom does not equal top.” Looking smart and not overly stubborn, he shrugged. “I think it’s more of a control thing for me.”
Made sense to me.
“So you’re really a Dom and you won’t make me eat fake stuff? I tried that and it didn’t work.” The vegan guy himself hadn’t worked either. He’d been a pain in the ass. The bad kind of pain in the ass. “Oh, and you really don’t mind sharing?”
Yes, that was just as important to iron out.
Some people were just helpful and weren’t really into stuff.
“How do you end up doing this to me?” Francis sighed like he was being tortured. “We’re going to get kicked out.”
The slightly confusing guy cocked his head. “I thought he was quiet and kind of shy, but he’s really dramatic, isn’t he?”
“You have no idea, and he’s always worried.” Shaking my head got another smile from the interesting man. “But he’s patient and generally lets me talk about anything I want to because otherwise he’d have to come up with conversations. He’s a bit too much of an introvert to do that constantly.”
“You don’t have that problem.” The sexy smile he was wearing made it clear he didn’t mind and I was glad he’d made it obvious. “I like knowing what you’re thinking and what interests you sexually. It wouldn’t do any good for us to get to know each other and then figure out we have different views on important limits.”
Oh, he was logical.
That was kind of sexy in an unexpected way.
“You wouldn’t mind dating someone who wanted to experience other penises?” I wanted to make sure we got that point ironed out before we got any further into thegetting to know each otherphase. “I’m not really sure why most people find that to be…what is it called?”
“A hard limit.” Francis seemed to be finding his ability to talk to strangers…it seemed to be mixed up with his drama queen moments.
“Yes, thank you.”
Francis sighed again and it sounded a bit like his head had hit the table. “You’re welcome.”
“Everyone has different limits. I like sharing as long as I have ownership of my special toy.” The sexy man’s wicked grin said I could be his sexy toy.
He’d own me.
