iley and I (names changed for privacy...) met for our third date, at her apartment in the east village. We'd been out twice before, first for a drink then a museum date. She'd made it very clear the weekend prior to this that she had a very specific set of intentions for how the evening was going to go.
Before I knew it, my wrists were bound (tightly enough) by soft cloth. She touched me gently, all over, with the tips of her fingers and lips.
When I got to the apartment, she immediately covered my eyes with a cloth, led me into the apartment, and sat me down. She didn