Plus, I was so damn nervous and embarassed.Plus, I was so damn nervous and embarassed. "Uh, well, I ... I mean, well, I *do* appreciate you, uh, but ... but, like ... like what do you mean, exactly?" She laughed again. "I mean, Al, that your taste in porn shows me the kinds of things you like, and I like them too." "You mean," I said slowly, "my taste in porn makes you want to ... uh ..." "Makes me want to seduce you? Most certainly. I like seducing men who fantasize about being dominated." She stared intently at me as I nervously looked down and tried to figure out what to say. "You're not going to deny that you'd like me to dominate you, are you, Al?" "Well ..." "Al, c'mon. Look: almost all your porn ... no, I think *all* of porn has to do with men being seduced, men being dominated, men being made to do things. This is true both about the stuff you cut out of the magazines and of your own fantasies, which you yourself have just told me are a product of wishful thinking." I felt trapped. This was shaping up to be a fulfillment of the very fantasies she was referring to, but I was scared as hell. On the other hand, I had to keep going ... I wanted this to continue. |