This is what happens when you trade fruit for a make-out session.

This is what happens when you trade fruit for a make-out session.

“On the last day of Burning Man (the annual arts festival held in the middle of the Nevada desert, in case you don’t know about that kind of shit), my girlfriend and I found ourselves with a surplus of fruit but nothing substantial to eat. Since there’s nothing to buy at Burning Man, you have to trade what you’ve got for what you want. So my friend and I decided to do some bartering. Wearing jean shorts, pasties, and cowboy hats, we marched around camp screaming: “Melons! We’ve got melons! Who wants some melons?”

We attracted a lot of attention and earned some hearty snacks. But when this one super hot guy approached us and asked for some watermelon, my gut told me to demand a kiss instead of food in exchange for the fruit. We embraced in the most amazingly passionate, impromptu way, and then he handed me his business card and ducked away.
Two months later, I was passing through my watermelon crush’s hometown of San Francisco and we met up for dinner. Back at his place, it quickly became apparent that he was into BDSM. Since our entire relationship up until then was based on seizing the moment, I decided to go with the flow, even though I had zero related experience. I let him pin me down and tie me up. It was intense and fun. I woke up with the distinct feeling that I’d never see him again (to this day, I haven’t)—but th. sources