I wouldn't normally go over to a guy's apartment for a second date, but this was something we started to plan at the end of our first date and I felt like I could trust Arty Adam. Besides, it took seven or eight hours for us to kiss on our first date, I certainly wasn't expecting him to pounce on me when I walked through his door.
He lives two subway stops away from me, so getting to his place was easy. Arty Adam has one of the tidiest boy apartments I have ever seen. There are plenty of movies and books and CDs and arty things, but everything is in its place without being too fastidious. Guys also tend not to have too many decorative elements to their living spaces, but Adam had a detail here and there (like gorgeous velvet curtains) that gave the place a clean and comfortable feel. I also spotted handcuffs by the bed, which I found very promising.
Adam mixed us a couple of drinks. We ordered chinese food and put in a movie while we ate. Then it was time to play. He mixed us more drinks, turned off the lights and put on this scary game which we took turns playing. It was spooky and tons of fun. Eventually, after hours of the game and drinking, we hit a plateau. Plus, I was starting to get sleepy. It was around 4:00am at this point.
"You're welcome to crash here if you want."
I was hoping he'd say that. "Thank you."
We started fooling around and he noticed how tired I was getting, so we got into bed (I am still fully clothed at this point). We made out for a little while, but I didn't even take my shirt off. I was being so good!
And then I did it. I started thinking about the handcuffs. I thought about how laid back Arty Adam was and absolutely had to know.
"Can I ask you something personal?"
"Sure," he replied.
"It's just that I noticed the handcuffs and I've been really curious about something."
Pause. Was I really going to ask him? Yes. I couldn't take not knowing.
"I was wondering whether you're a dom, a sub, or a switch-hitter."
He kind of chuckled.
"Well..." he measured out his words. "I suppose when it comes to that sort of thing... I'm more..."
The suspense was killing me at this point.
"I'd say I'm more dominant," he finished.
Did I hear correctly?
"Really?" I asked. "Really?" I asked again. I may have asked a third time, in fact. "That's kind of surprising, since you seem so laid back."
"Which are you?"
"Well..." now I understood why it's tough to just blurt it out. "I can be a bit of a switch-hitter if need be, but generally I'm a bit more... submissive."
"And your interest in the handcuffs?"
I wasn't sure what he what he was asking. "What do you mean? I was just pretty direct, so feel free to be the same way."
"Okay... do you want to try them out?"
I laughed, nervously. "Let me think about it."
We made out some more and I thought about it for less than a minute. "Okay."
Off with the shirt, off with the bra, on with the cuffs. Arty Adam had a pair for each side of the bed, which was great, because it's so much more comfortable to be tied up with your arms out rather than above your head.
It was so awesome to be handcuffed after all this time sleeping with vanilla guys. For anyone who hasn't experimented with bondage, you have to try it (I'd recommend going a step further and being blindfolded at the same time, but that's something Arty Adam and I will have to save for another time).
I was still unsure how far I'd go with Adam, but he had me naked in no time, and then he was doing such tantalizing things to my body, I just went with it. Hold on, I need a moment to reflect... ahem, anyway. What was I saying?
Yes, naked, tied up, fun fun fun. The cuffs came off and I was ready to reciprocate. My hand traveled south and oh my god, another big one. I thought I struck penis gold with TV Tyler, but I was shocked to discover how... fortunate Arty Adam was, too.
It was at this point I knew there was no way I'd leave Adam's bed without fucking him. Sorry to be crude, but any woman in my place who saw that cock would have done the same thing. It was beautiful. We didn't actually do the deed until the following morning, and it was over a little fast, but you can bet I'll be back for more.
On my way home from Arty Adam's, I called TV Tyler.
(To be continued...)