Taming Mr. Flirt

Here's a tip: never say never. It all started in a barn, rolling around in the hay with a hot brunette. When I hooked-up at my best friend's wedding with the bride's best friend, I had hay in places it should never be. And how my bowtie ended up around my dick was an entirely different story. I'll give you a minute to consider the possibilities. That first romp set the tone, and with each of our sexual encounters that followed they became more risqu�. The fact that all my fantastic orgasms were coming at the hand of one woman blew me away. My entire adult life I believed monogamy equated to boredom. Everyone knew that variety was the spice of life. I enjoyed the company of a sexy, smart, confident woman. It was my kryptonite. I was a master flirt, and my sexual skills were unsurpassed. Yet, with this woman it was all so different. With this woman, I had met my match. Not only did she rival my appetite for sex, but she also taught me a few things along the way. She called me Mr. Flirt and could bring me to my knees. Lesson learned: Sex always trumps sanity.