First Date

As is well known by now about my nymphomaniac, Lo, her desire outstrips my ability to keep up. And so she turns to other gentlemen (and, on occasion, ladies) for her fill — all with my permission, even blessing. She is what is known as a “hotwife,” in the parlance of our times. Even though she is not married (to me or anyone), this is still the newly coined term for such a one-sidedly ‘open’ relationship. And, as you all probably know, Lo occasionally takes out ads on Craigslist to find her fuck-buddies when the urge takes her. And it takes her frequently. A long while ago she heard from a man named Hunter. He sent an e-mail along with a captivating pic in response to one of Lo’s personals. For some reason, not for lack of trying, Hunter remained dormant in the e-mail box until, unexpectedly, he wrote saying he’ll be in the area and would like to meet up.

Lo is insatiable, but not insensible — not usually anyhow — and so she insisted on a phone call first. This is her modus operandi; she talks with her gentlemen callers first to see if they sound safe and also to confirm that they mean business; then she meets up; then she hooks up. Lo also has an incredibly sexy phone voice that drives me wild. I’ve never been one for phone sex. . . until I had it with Lo so many years ago. Not only her tone, but the dirty things she thinks of and the way she phrases it drives me wild.