Like being out with a regular guy, getting drunk and a lot of kissing. Alexi pulled me over at every opportunity on the walk to and from the theatre to get his tongue in my mouth, and the drunker we got, the riskier those kisses got. I swear I was not the one stopping sex, and I cringe at the memory of how stupid I was.

I was a wanton whore who got her hands down his pants in the stairwell and had myself a good grope of his obvious erection. Feeling so powerful that I could make him ...