Then, flush with anticipation and a little fear, I put my hand in his, and together we stepped into an exclusive sex club for couples in New York City. I felt blindsided by my blind date, who was apparently motivated by his groin more than his heart. Pausing at the entrance to one of the private rooms, Jim took my face in his and kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth with a fierce passion. When I told him I had gone to a sex club on a blind date, he was curious but didn’t judge me. And although no sex club visits are on our horizon, maybe when our daughter is in sleep-away camp this summer, we’ll go to a bar and pretend not to know each other.

Source: Huffington Post March 14, 2019 12:30 UTC