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She doesn't want to take no for an answer, though, so she says:"OK, but if you change your mind, I'm already in my costume."And I said, "Your costume? I probably should have seen this as an invitation to explore my own freaky side, and I do regret missing that opportunity.
It was just kind of a casual relationship, an excuse to have good sex on a regular basis, with a couple of dull dates here and there to make it all feel legit. An Intriguing Offer Anyway, I'm sitting in my NYC apartment one day in the middle of the afternoon, smoking a bong by myself because I was that kind of driven and motivated, when Tanya called me up. I plopped down on the couch and pulled my snacks in tight, and started binge-watching. I paused the show and blew another bowl to think this through. She was giving me this impossibly sultry look, and I'm just as high as a kite, and thinking, like OK, wow, this is not what I was expecting, but yeah, I think I could be into this. But high, this was a pretty interesting proposition. But for her it was different — this was her thing, apparently — and she had a sheets-clawing, screaming-into-the-pillow orgasm.
I could tell she was pretty horny, but I wasn't feeling it. There were ramifications if I decided to leave; it would mean finding pants, and sunglasses, and braving the outside world for a subway trip uptown. Once you realize this is gonna make for an incredible sex story, you've gotta go through with it, right? And so I take off my clothes and peel down her tights and underwear to her knees, and climb aboard like I think a male ladybug might do it, and we ... I tried to talk a little afterward, break the ice, but she shook her head — still no, still in character, curled up on the bed — and after a little while I got the hint and left. We never talked about it later and never repeated the episode.
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