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 risque. 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.