My girlfriends I were discussing the sexy places we’d been kissed. My answers to these questions are never as bombastic as everyone else’s Sex and the City type deals so I was fully prepared for jeers. They didn't come. *shrugs*

Going back to me and Greg’s first session, the one I commonly refer to as the cage match because that’s exactly what it turned into, it started out normal enough. Okay, that’s a lie but Momma Ames is reading this post and I’m sure she doesn’t want to know the full extent of her son’s freakiness.

And boy is he freaky!!! He’s a goddamn bell ringer!! Holy shit! No wonder his ex stalked his ass!

Sorry, back on topic.

Though neither of us were virgins, our first time together was full of many first. Specifically, I’d never had a man undress me…and later Greg mentioned he’d never undressed a woman. He said it came organically and I’m inclined to agree. Everything about that night felt right, like it was suppose to happen.

No one ever touched me the way he did. I’m not talking about touching my naughty bits; matter of fact he didn’t touch them at all. Other than that his hands explored every inch of my body as if he were sculpting me from raw clay.

But the act that sealed his fate was when he stood behind me, went to his knees, and kissed the base of my spine. And had I known his predilection for carnivalesque acrobatics, I would’ve married him right then and there! So, no, it’s not Penthouse, smokin' hot but it's the sexiest place I’d ever been kissed.

I love you, baby!