Melissa Gira Grant gets deep about the San Francisco sex scene every Thursday on SEX SF.
“He and I aren’t ones to alert our Facebook network about our relationship statuses, you know?” Michelle is describing her latest love affair, carried on entirely without the involvement of online friends, fans, or frenemies. She explains this new kink so that the rest of us may look more knowledgeable at parties.
A casual friend had introduced her to the boy, who was in finance. He was in his 20s and well-taken care of: he preferred suits that only looked sharper on him because it made no sense that he could still afford them. It was on a very proper date at Jardinière – miyagi oysters, him whispering in her ear, her letting him know just when she was wet – that Michelle decided she would take the boy to bed.
He was a gracious lay, fond of giving head, “but he put his own needs on the sideline, which was sort of a bummer for me,” she explains. “I love receiving oral sex as much as the next girl, but I also love to give it.” As sweet as he was over dinner and later at the hotel, says Michelle, it was hot that he had to push himself to keep up with her. “I don’t want to feel like we’re holding hands and running after a unicorn in the fairy forest. I want to feel like we’re engaging in hand-to-hand combat.”