Current blog : FISTING LESSONS adjust the long white lace necklace, the gold foil glowing and enter to meet my number-eleven first-date-man. Extending my hand to greet him, he stood in his navy blue collared robe. We smiled politely at each other in genuine nervousness. He had a warm, baby-face to him, blond, tall with broad shoulders, and a little weight on him that gave me a comfortable feeling. "Hello eleven." His higher voice did not match his size.