Ethan let out a low groan, so deep I thought a truck might've rumbled by outside. I pressed on, keeping my tone playful. "Priya's done her homework. She and Daniel agree—an intact cock is the best kind. I do too, don't you, Ethan?"

He nodded, still processing. "Yeah, but why the focus on them?"

I leaned closer, my voice softening. "The real question is what my fantasies are. I've been waiting for you to ask."

He blinked, caught off guard. "You're right. I should've asked. What are your fantasies, Aiko?"

"They're close to yours," I said, letting the words linger. "Just a slight twist. I don't think you'll mind."

"Go on," he urged, his voice thick with curiosity.

"Well, Priya wasn't the only one who had some fun before settling down. You know about my summer at eighteen—Japanese school, then Europe. A boy from class, a French guy on my way to Italy, two Italians at once, and a couple of English lads when I got back. All before you."

Ethan's eyes widened. "That's… more experience than me."

I laughed softly. "I'm only counting the times I skipped condoms or they broke. There were other flings, too. I needed to know what was out there to be sure you were the right choice. But that doesn't mean I'm done exploring."

"What do you want to try?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I've lived in Liverpool, Bristol, now near London. Always Japanese or white men. I want to know what it's like with a black man. How would you feel watching a black man f*ck me? Inseminate me? Would you be happy licking his c*m from inside me?"