I was brand new to kink. I was kinda talking to this guy named Ronnie. He was a good guy. Not a sadistic bone in his body. But he was trying. He had about a nickle’s worth more of experience than I did.
We were on the phone. I didn’t know if I had any clothespins. We laughed when I hit pay dirt with three of them in my “junk drawer.” I had no idea where they came from. I didn’t even have a clothesline.
Bless his heart. He tried. For all the wrestling that his tongue did with those nasty words. I just wasn’t buying it.
Some girls you just have to put their hands on.
But I did learn how to use my clothespins….