It was Valentine’s Day after we’d been together for a few years, and we did the typical dinner date. But then he blindfolded me and drove me to a new hotel, where he’d booked the hot tub suite and had rose petals and lit candles. It smelled amazing. He poured champagne and filled the hot tub after my germaphobe questioning. (‘Did you really clean this thing?’) Having sex in the tub was something I’d never done—it’s supposed to be painful, right?—but he had me wet before I got in the water. He’d thought of everything, down to special silicone-based lube for water sex—which you definitely need—and it was perfect. The water was calming, and the secret to water sex is to keep every movement slow and sensual, almost like riding a wave. We were also trying hard not to make waves, which makes a mess—water will spill over the sides! After a failed attempt at giving him underwater head that was hilarious—my brain was saying, ‘Hold your breath, put a dick in your mouth, don’t suffocate’; we still talk about it today. I rode him, then we did it doggie-style. I loved every minute of that night