And I was relatively sure we’d played (I so hated that word) together before. So I let him take me home, where we exchanged the usual codes: no unprotected sex, no scat, no piss, no blood play, no breath play, no gags, no blindfolds, no permanent marks or modifications, no kneeling unless I was sucking cock, yellow to slow, red to stop, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. No depth. No truth. No meaning.
