Well, not that kind of sushi, anyway (sorry, mom). Why did I go, then? The same reason anyone would: My husband and I were drunk, bored, and didn’t feel like going out for sushi again.
I can’t handle confrontation, comparisons, or situations where my self-confidence will be tested in the slightest. And the most interesting kink of all was the sex club.Īs someone who is jealous 98% of the time, it made zero sense for me to hit up one of these places. Whether it was watching parts of Eyes Wide Shut when my mom thought I was asleep, or devouring every piece of Fifty Shades like the basic betch I am, something about kinky sex has always fascinated me. For the past, say, decade of my life, the idea of sex clubs has tantalized my brain.
