Welcome to Part Three of Savage Love’s soon-to-be-award-winning
series, How Sleaze Is Lived in America. (I would
like to thank the Pulitzer Prize committee in advance for their consideration.)
In this week’s installment, Kinked-Out Sleazy Meetings, we’ll hear from kinky
people who met their kinky true loves doing, uh, kinky things. As any normal
person can tell you, finding a physically, intellectually, and emotionally compatible
lover can be difficult. For a pervert, the search for true love is even more
difficult: Physical, intellectual, and emotional compatibility is not enough.
The poor pervert also has to find a lover who shares his or her kinks and perversions.
I was introduced to the love of my life by her then-boyfriend. I’m a lesbian,
and I’d sworn never to date a bisexual woman. I saw her around different leather
events and thought she was super-hot with her curvy little body, but she affected
this bored attitude and I assumed she was dumb. Besides, I had my “no bi chicks”
rule. We both ended up at the International Ms. Leather Contest. She was skipping
around dressed like a little girl. She said hi. I said, “Didn’t your daddy tell
you not to talk to strangers?” She replied, “Yes, but I know you, so it’s okay,”
in an innocent, trusting voice.
When we got back home, I asked her to lunch, but told her not to wear any
panties. As our date approached, I started to feel guilty. She was juggling
relationships with both a man and a woman, and didn’t need me hitting on her,
too. So I called her the morning we were to meet and told her she didn’t have
to come to lunch without panties, and that I’d be happy to keep things platonic.
She replied, in her good-Southern-girl-gone-bad drawl, “I’d be happy to put
some on if I had any with me.” At lunch, I tried to be a gentlebutch, but she
was just too adorable. As soon as we’d eaten, I exercised the supreme prerogative
of homosexuality: being able to fuck in public restrooms since you can both
enter the same restroom without arousing suspicion.
We’ll be married next spring. I adore her. Now I’m looking for someone
in the NYC area to help us realize a fantasy of having another guy help me use
her. Interested readers can get in touch with me at MsDaddy2U@hotmail.com.
Perhaps I’ll have another “met sleazy” story to share with you next year, Dan.
Her Heart Belongs to Daddy
I met my girlfriend of four years through my wife. My wife decided we should
have threesomes to explore her bisexuality. We had several, with various women,
and soon it was rarely just us in bed. My wife eventually mentioned that she
was interested in having a threesome with her best friend, Gertrude. I felt
an extreme attraction toward Gertrude, but never acted on it due to the fact
that Gertrude was married, I was married, and she was best friends with my wife.
Eventually, the opportunity to ask Gertrude if she would be interested in trying
something “kinky” came up, and she jumped at the chance. Gertrude came up to
visit us for a week.
By the third night I was crawling out of bed to go sleep with Gertrude,
and by the end of her stay, we had expressed our feelings for one another. As
soon as Gertrude left, I confessed to my wife, who quickly became my ex-wife.
Gertrude divorced her husband, and we’ve been together ever since.
Happy Together
I have been into guys in drag since I was nine years old. (Damn you, Bugs Bunny!)
I tried to get previous boyfriends to dress up for me with no luck. So I started
hunting around on the Internet for a hetero male cross-dresser who wasn’t interested
in a sex change or taking hormones. Basically, a guy who only wanted to dress
up on the weekends or special occasions. I came across “Amanda’s” web page and
was amazed. He was sure of his sexuality, sure of his gender, and he was (and
is!) drop-dead gorgeous.
I wound up moving from the U.S. to Canada to marry this man. My hubby looks
stunning in girl mode, but also very cute in male mode. We have a great relationship
and a lot of things in common besides the cross-dressing. And it doesn’t hurt
that he gave me my first-ever “real” orgasm. We usually just tell people we
met online, because it would “out” us too much to go into details. Only our
really close friends know the truth.
He Enjoys Being a Girl
The night my boyfriend and I met, I had plans to go out with a friend who canceled
at the last minute. I decided to go to a place where I had always wanted to
go, so I headed to the Lure, the premier leather bar in New York. I was having
a pretty good time, talking to several guys who were dressed pretty hardcore,
when fate walked in. Fate was wearing black leather pants, no shirt, and a baseball
cap. After some idle talk, we made our way to the back of the bar for a make-out
session. Soon we went back to his apartment, where there was blindfolding (with
socks), spanking (not too hard), and a little bondage. I spent the night, and
he walked me to my subway stop and we exchanged numbers. Three years later we
are still going strong, and completely crazy about each other.
Doing What Comes Unnaturally
My boyfriend is 28 and I am 46. We have been together for two years. This is
how we met: It was three years after my divorce, and I wanted sex but I didn’t
want another husband or a partner. I read an article in Cosmo about a male student
who made money “prostituting” himself to straight women. He had a website, met
ladies in hotels, and charged quite a lot–but I reckoned I could afford it.
So I got to work searching the Net for similar sites, and eventually found a
young man in my area.
We met, had dinner, and got on fine–so fine, in fact, that I abandoned
the hotel idea and took him back to my house. I had a sexual experience that
was better than any I had experienced before. In the morning, I fed him breakfast,
paid him, and sent him on his way. Nothing was said about meeting again. The
following week he e-mailed me to say he would be willing to give me a free session.
I accepted, we had a great time, and in the morning he told me that he had decided
to give the escort business up, and asked if I would be his lover. I said yes.
We don’t live together, but I don’t want to–and we are both entirely happy
with the arrangement.
Love for Sale
Next week in Savage Love: How Sleaze Is Lived in America, Part Four. We’ll hear
from those super-sleazy gay men who met their true loves in bathhouses, sex
clubs, and public toilets. Ah, romance!letters@savagelove.net
