We eventually make it to the door of our hotel room, and now it’s his turn to struggle, his fingers fumbling with the key card in the door, trying to open it as I distract him. My hands are running up and down his arms, and I lean forward to kiss the inside of his neck, giggling as he still can’t quite manage to slip the card inside of the door. A terrible joke pops into my mind, but I push it aside. He probably won’t find it as funny as I do. I’m still laughing quietly as he

For me, first dates don’t normally start out with a trip to the adult store, but there was a chemistry between him and I that was undeniable and not normal for me to find either, and hey, what was normal, anyways? Certainly not a word that applied to me. I had met him online, but surprisingly, not on a dating site. We had actually begun chatting on a local forum about some current politics happening in our city, and that let to a private chat. There was something about our co