You can ask anything at this point. During my time in Mexico, I got involved with an artist." She gestured vaguely at the tattoo covering her left arm. "This is an adaptation of something he painted for me to commemorate our time together. We've stayed in touch over the years." She raised a hand to stave off questions. "Strictly friends. That relationship had a long season, but we've both moved on."

Kyle glanced down at his tea, embarrassed at the reaction that must have written itself across his face. She touched his arm gently. He glanced up and nodded a silent thanks.

"That was something of an awakening for me, that relationship. We only ever had the Lady of Ecstasy roleplay when our adventures went in that direction. I've got others I've never tried, that exist only in my imagination and writing." She reached up to slide her nails gently across the side of his head. "Plenty that can be unique to us, darling."

Kyle leaned into the caress, smiled. "I don't mean to be insecure. And it's a little hypocritical since you let me play with Lisa. But thanks for understanding and being so candid."

"Of course."

"Writing, though? Have you published anything?"

"What, my fantasies?" She chuckled at the thought. "No, I pour all my writing into academic contributions now."

"I bet you'd be a great kinky smut author." That got him a full belly laugh, which he appreciated.

They continued chatting through dinner, then through getting ready for bed, then in bed for a while longer. They fell asleep in a loose tangle, neither wanting to be deprived of the other's touch.