For me it’s foot fetish stuff. Every damned thing else is on the table but before I could make the lethal mistake of talking about it, she expressed her giga-ick about the issue. To this day I thank God I saw the metaphorical fly hit that electric fence before I walked into it.
Never. We always talked about what we liked and what was going to make it into the bedroom. We found things on both sides we weren’t comfortable with and things we were.
^ This.