”I walked to the pool enclosure and put my glasses on a table. I pulled my t-shirt off, dropped it on a chaise, and got a towel from the linen close... built into the wall.I looked into the back yard and didn’t see anyone. Everyone, it seemed, had already retreated into the house. Seeing this, I stepped behind the dressing screen and dropped my swim trunks as the first few raindrops began to fall, cold and refreshing.I loved swimming nude. Since I now had my own pool, I swam naked almost every. Some of my clients are very conservative. So I prefer having these conversations in private. But yes, I have a verbal humiliation fetish. Nothing too extreme. Basically name-calling with a touch of slut-shaming. I don't get into some of the more extreme forms of it I've seen on Fetlife where people are...dehumanized if that's a word. Women on leashes in cages and shit like that.” “Dehumanize is a word and it's the right one. It's not my thing either. And I can accept some of the words I think. He went so slow. I needed that.Before long, I had his shirt off. When I thought of myself with another man, it was always with a friend. Someone I knew and liked. I never thought about what my first would look like. But Rico was hot. Tanned skin and modest abs. They sat ready beneath his chest.I don't know how my hand traveled into his pants. I felt his cock hard against his jeans. Hard for me. That's what did it. I knew that Rico came here for me and his dick was ready for me. I pushed his. The sudden burst stung her eyes for a second before she could look at the reflection staring back at her. The haze around Mai's mind began to lift as she studied herself in the mirror. She was Mai Seiki, a Japanese American Ensign recently assigned to the USS Constellation. Coming from a Caucasian mother and a Japanese father caused Mai to get the best of both worlds. Mai had shoulder length black hair that was cropped around her face. Her eyes a dark green color and her nose was small.