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everything in my life started to go crazy. I still look back now and I can’t explain exactly what happened. What was the catalyst? What made me decide to indulge Pierce and his fantasies? What made me want to share in his fantasies? I had no idea, and I still don’t, but that was the moment that I became a woman I didn’t recognize. A woman who was going to embrace the world and her sexuality in all its glory without feeling super guilty about it.
    “I want you to come home with me tonight,” he said softly. “And I want to take you on a rollercoaster ride of pleasure that you’ve never experienced before.”
    “How do you know I’ve never experienced it before?”
    “I can tell by the look on your face that you’ve never had a man take you to the heights I can take you to,” he said nonchalantly. “I can also tell that you’re not the sort of girl who meets guys in bars and hooks up, so you’re probably struggling with how to respond to me right now.”
    “If you think I’m not that kind of girl, then why would you even approach me with such a thing?” I asked him hesitantly, feeling slightly giddy and unsure.
    “Because I like a challenge and I like being a teacher.”
    “A teacher?”
    “Yes, a teacher. There are many things I can teach you.”
    “I’m not even going to ask you what.”
    “That’s why I like you.” He smirked. “Your mind probably can’t even think up half of the things I want to teach you.”
    “Oh?”
    “Oh, yes.” He laughed. “I’m being too forward and perverse and I’m sorry. You just make me excited.”
    “I make you excited?”
    “In more than one way.” He nodded. “As soon as I saw you across the room, I knew I had to talk to you and we had to meet.”
    “I thought you were looking at Alyssa,” I admitted with a small smile.
    “At first I was.” He nodded. “But then, well, my eyes saw you and that was that.”
    “That was what?” I asked him curiously.
    “That was when I knew that I couldn’t care less about her. I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to kiss you. I wanted to touch you.”
    “Okay.” I felt slightly disappointed by his words. I mean, I knew it was a sex thing, but he could have at least tried to romanticize it.
    “I knew I wanted to get to know you better. Find out what makes you tick, in and out of the bedroom.”
    “Really?” I scoffed at him. “You want to know what I’m like outside of the bedroom?”
    “It might not seem like it, based on our current conversation, but I am interested in getting to know all of you. In becoming familiar with every aspect of your being. I hope I’m not sounding too intense, but I felt we had some sort of connection-attraction as soon as I saw you.”
    “I don’t know what to say.” I gave him a shy smile. This didn’t seem like real life in any way. In fact, a part of me wondered if I was dreaming this all up. It all felt too surreal and totally not a situation that I would ever be in.
    “Say that you feel the same way. Tell me that you want to get to know me as well.”
    “I feel like getting to know you could cause problems for me.”
    “What sort of problems?”
    “I don’t know what sort. If I knew, I would most likely have left by now.”
    “Left and gone where?”
    “I don’t know.” I shrugged. “To the dance floor with Alyssa.”
    “We can go onto the dance floor by ourselves. I can do to you all the things I want to do to you.”
    “Yeah, but what if all the things you want to do to me aren’t the things I want you to do to me?”
    “I guess we can just wait and see, right?” He smiled at me lasciviously and I wondered what he was thinking. What sort of girl did he think I was? I mean, he had to know that I wasn’t that kind of girl, right? But then I almost slapped myself. Why on earth would he think I wasn’t that sort of girl? He knew nothing about me. Except for the fact that I was engaging in this ridiculous conversation with him and letting him think that we