by Lee Harrington
The author, photographed by the subject after their second date.
The first time I went on a date with David, I thought it was going to be a booty call. I had visions of lips on lips (as there had been earlier that night), hips on hips, his cock pumping in and out of me… But yeah, that did not happen.
Oh, we slept together alright. Slept like the dead. I had an early morning flight and he had had a late night.
We fell asleep, two spoons in a drawer.
In many ways I am grateful. I believe without this, we would have had a very different relationship. Personally, I recommend sleeping with him on a first date.
Where’s the rest?