Time to get a room

If that is what she has in mind, you're all in, there is no point in wasting time and money in this bar. Luckily the bar is in a hotel, so you order a few drinks to go and rush out to the lobby. Within five minutes you have a room and are riding the elevator up.

"When you messaged me, I wasn't sure if you were for real or not," she said after the door closed behind you. "This is the kinda think you read about in kinky online erotica, not the kinda thing you really do! I mean, who hooks up with their cousin for sex? Not that I haven't imagined it a few times."

"Me too," you admit.

"Oh really?" she askes. "Like casually in passing, or like late at night when you are all alone?"

"Uhmmm...yeah, maybe the last one," you admit, blushing even worse.

"John, what a dirty boy!" she says, but she moves closer to you in the elevator. You can smell her perfume. "So when you are all alone late at night thinking about having sex with me, are you touching yourself?"

"Yes."

"Are you looking at my pictures on Facebook?"

"Yes," you admit. This has become somehow erotic and embarrassing at the same time.

Sarah is always posting hot photos. She is a yoga and fitness instructor at a gym across town, and in 90 percent of her photos she is dressed in yoga pants and a sports bra. In about half of those she is in some yoga pose where her ass is either pointed directly at the camera or is up in the air. In the other she is in a pose that shows off her cleavage. In practically all of them sweat is glistening off of her athletic body.

"So, when you are online, looking at pictures of your cousin and stroking your cock, what are you fantasizing about? Is there something you really want to try? A certain position? A certain body part?"