Nerve readers share stories of scandal and adventure.
We met at a bar. He was very upfront about telling me that he had a boyfriend… until two drinks in, when he was asking me to leave first and meet him around the corner. He was Swedish, hung like a prince, and had a beautiful bed with giant city-view windows. Somehow, he knew to be just the right amount of dominant, knocking me back and holding my head without ever freaking me out or seeming mean. When I left, feeling like a joyful, wrung-out rag, he kissed my forehead and said, "That's the most fun I've ever had in two hours. I hope I never see you again." — Kevin