Kink of the Week Aug 16-31: Going Commando
The first memory I have of my man going commando was back in 1997. We had met the previous evening and slept together. The next morning after some amount of reciprocal sexual activity he had to go off to work. After returning from the bath room he began to get dressed. He pulled his jeans straight on without any underwear. Zipping up the flies he said,
“Can I have your number or do you want to keep your anonymity.”
Desperate to sound cool I declined to give him my number.