Arno and I are playing strip chess. We’re down to only our underwear, and within a few more moves Arno has me at checkmate. I strip off the last of my clothes, and, naked, climb onto Arno’s lap. I let his hands roam where he wants, I let his mouth and tongue do what he wants. And as I’m straddling him, pulling down his breeches, he asks, “You let me win, didn’t you?” And I smile as I reply, “The Queen is the strongest piece on the board for a reason,” before I slip his long, hard length into me.