A story in which secrets are revealed...

I was a complete bag of nerves, even more than my first time (Which had been memorable for all the wrong reasons. But that's another story.) I'd never worked up the courage to tell a partner about my fetish before, but here I was just ready to plough in and get it over with in one swoop.

Deep breath.

"Sooooo, we've been incredibly honest with each other so far, even though it's early days, but I've not quite come clean about everything."

"Everything what?"

"Bedroom everything."

"I knew it!" she exulted. "It's the schoolgirl thing isn't it, you dirty old man? I could just tell from the moment you mentioned you like girls in glasses!"

"Well, no. I still think that's a bit weird - I'd much rather you were a sexy secretary in pencil skirt! And there's only two years between us, so enough of that old man stuff. Unless you want me to put you over my knee?"

"Ha! Are you sure the schoolgirl thing isn't lurking in your id!?!"

*Sigh*

"It's really not. And, well, you might think it's even weirder than that."

"Fuck. Well, get it over with. Just don't expect me to indulge you."

"Fair. So You know how we bonded over our common interests?"

"Yes, dummy. How else do people get to know each other?"

"So, specifically history and food."

"You want to dress up as a Georgian fop? You want me to wear a deep square cut dress?"

"Actually, that's not a terrible idea But no, it's the other part I'm talking about."

"Food."

"Yep. Food. Sweet stuff that tastes nice. But also other things that are messy, like pies and gunge and"

My words failed me. I'd looked away while we were talking, but I risked looking at her face now. My fear had briefly chased her picture from my mind. God, she's lovely. Her blue eyes, made all the larger by the lenses of her glasses, so blue a crystal clear Caribbean shore would be put to shame. Not that she was smiling now - I could only describe her look as 'pensive'. I held my breath.

"Ooookay. That's a lot."

My heart fell through my stomach. Fuck.

"But I don't think it's too much."

Elation didn't even begin to cover it. Shock doesn't begin to cover it. I'd taken what felt like a massive risk, and it paid off! (Of course, looking back it wasn't really a risk at all).

She brought me down to earth with a bump

"Of course, I'm not committing to doing anything at the moment, but let's say I'm not utterly disgusted by the idea. I'll have to have a think, and we'll have to have a talk about what you're envisaging exactly."

"Ah ah ah, certainly." I stuttered. Unconditional yeses, or a sudden reveal that she already shared my little fetish would have been too much, but this was a fairly promising beginning...