For my job, I travel internationally for a few months then come back to my town to chill for a few months. I'm a grunt geologist, prospecting for minerals. It's a great gig, but it really hurts any prospects of a long term relationship. When I'm home I frequent this little coffee shop near the university and seem to have no problem finding a playmate for the time I'm back. Gradschool girls are brainy with a secret side of kink.
For whatever reason, I like the nerdy girls. They like to talk technical stuff with me, then, after I get them out of their shell, they like to talk dirty. Most of these gals have been locked in a library for most of their teens and 20s, maybe dating a classmate or two, but I find I can gradually unlock their sexuality.
Kate was one such gal that took no time unlocking and unloading her sexuality on me in such a generous way. "I'll go months without even thinking of sex and usually right around finals, I'm too horny to think straight. I have quite a sex toy collection. I hope you're okay with that."
Kate said this in the first 15 minutes of our "first date" walking around the neighborhood on a cool fall evening. She was wearing a hoodie, but I knew she had a cute little body beneath those layers. She had a cute, upturned nose and shoulder length brown hair. Her only piercings were earrings. I like that.
"That's quite a turn on," I said.
"What is?"
"I'm... imagining you sprawled out on the bed, pleasing yourself."
Kate stopped me, pulling me closer to her face. "Are you serious?"
I nodded.
She said, "I'm talking big vibrating dildos and..."
I held her close, pushing my growing erection into her.
"Well," she said after a long kiss, "to my place then?"
We turned to walk to her place in silence for a while. "I mean, I don't want to come on too strong or anything. This is our first date."
Time for the playmate speech.
"I told you how much I travel. And I'm the same way, by the way. For months I dont even think of sex, usually because I'm sleeping in a tent or truck with 3 other dude. When I come back though, I like to find a playmate. Someone like you. Maybe not into me for the long term, maybe just about to move on to the next job. But, you know, sex is a way to explore another person. See what she's into, what she wishes she was into, what she wishes her last boyfriend would do with her. I don't like one-night stands, because I'm genuinely curious and interested."
"And when it's over," she asked skeptically.
"No hard feelings. If we keep in touch, great. If not, go with God!"
She pondered this for a while. "I guess that sums up my last three relationships. You are just a little more intentional about it."
"Up front about it, really."
"Quick, what is one of your kinks?"
I was stunned for a moment, but she was pleading at me with her smokey brown eyes. "Uh, I told you. Watching you pleasure yourself."
"No, that doesn't count. You told me that already"
"How many kinks do you think I have?"
"More than one. Out with it!" She tugged on my hand.