**I recently returned from spending ten fantastic days with Ann St Vincent. These posts about the visit aren’t going to be in any specific order, there is too much to write on too many topics. So, don’t look at these like one long story, they are more like post cards or snap shots from a fantastic trip.**
Warning: this is a very unsexy post. Very unsexy. In fact, it’s probably the least sexy post every written about a “threesome”. It’s probably also the most awkward post I’ll ever write. I’m sorely tempted to simply skip it and let Ann say her piece, but with the high value I place on open, painful, base honesty it seems disingenuous to commit that sin of omission. So, here we go.
Ann and I have had some pretty frank conversations about sex and fantasies. I’m a pretty vanilla guy when it comes to what I like. I’m easy to please, if Ann plays with my penis I’m a happy guy. However, I might not be driven toward any fetishes but I’m pretty damn open to trying them out. How will you ever know what you like until you try it?