" That was truer than Keven knew. Once again, I felt like I had no idea who I was or what I wanted. Keven and Earl were attractive men, but did I want...to sleep with them? I shook my head."None of us are stereotypes," Keven told me bluntly. "There are no absolutes in being human. We're people and that means that we have to accept that we don't always fit comfortably into neat little boxes. If you like women more than men, so be it. If you enjoy an occasional encounter with a man in a safe. He had no doubt that she was one of those sarcastic teasers with the vocabulary of wisdom, but the soul of a frightened abstainer from hard, cold reality. She had surrendered willingly. He had to admit that was a surprise to him because of her hard shell of brittle feminism. Then, to top things off, Misty showed her eager acceptance of his dominating need for full submission. It was just the opposite of her projected persona of complete confidence and sublime assertiveness. He respected the. I had been cleaning the lock on them a few days before, and had neglected to put them away.I looked at her and said, "Why don't we sit down and talk about this?" I gestured toward my living room, and as she turned, I lifted the handcuffs off the rack, and made sure they were open. As we entered the living room, I reached out and grabbed one of her arms, quickly snapping the cuff around her wrist. Another quick grab, a click, and her arms were secured behind her back. The papers in her hand went. ..” I think she'll take this the right way. “Like a dirty slut, like our dirty sex. But I liked that, too!”“Oh, there is still a dirty slut in here!” She laughs, pulling a bra cup away from her breast and the elastic of her panties away from her pubic mound. Then, she covers it all up with a very sensible-looking top and pair of slacks she retrieves from the hangers in the closet. As modest as the outfit is, there's something about the way those pants snugly encase her slight curves that shows.