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I have no
preference _X_
What is your
ultimate sexual fantasy?

What are you
interested in learning about?
    Anything you're
willing to teach me.
What will you
absolutely not do?
    No bodily waste. No
animals. No children. No anal sex.
Are
you interested in learning about BDSM ( Bondage &
Discipline / Domination & Submission / Sadism & Masochism)?
    Sure. Why not.
    All the questions
seemed easy enough to answer except for the ultimate sexual fantasy
one. I wasn't quite sure what it meant, realistic fantasies or
make-believe ones. Everyone has fantasies they'd never live
out—fantasies they like to pleasure themselves to, like play
rape and impossibly giant cocks stuffing them from both ends, or
maybe even monster sex.
    When I thought about
it though, it didn't really make sense to jot down something that
wasn't even possible. Still, the context depended on what he'd gather
from the information, and I had no idea what that was.
    Part of me wanted to
write that I'd like to be taken by two men at once, but I was too
embarrassed, and I didn't want to seem greedy. Besides,
realistically, I wasn't sure if I would do it. I was a one-man woman.
I didn't enjoy sharing, so I couldn't imagine my significant other
wanting to share me. Anything else I could come up with was tame in
comparison. In the end, I decided to leave the question blank.
    Nervousness welled
in my stomach as I turned the paper in to Damien the next day. For a
little while, I had thought about waiting until the end of the week,
to take some time to decide if this was what I really wanted. More
than likely, these after school classes were a gateway to having sex
with him.
    If I didn't turn the
paper in, I felt like I could wipe my slate clean, and things could
continue as if nothing had happened between us. My carnal instincts
wouldn't allow that though. I wanted Damien Reed. Maybe I hadn't been
ready for him the first time he advanced on me, but now I was
prepared. This wasn't a fantasy anymore.

SELF EXPLORATION

    I battled the
butterflies in my stomach as I followed my GPS toward Damien Reed's
house. Turn right here, then left there, it said, being annoying as
usual. The neighborhood was unfamiliar to me, somewhere out where the
country boarders the city. It was a hodgepodge of mixed housing, from
rundown trailer homes to quaint little site-built homes. I wasn't
sure what I should expect when I got to my destination.
    The road went on,
and the mobile homes got sparser. Then the site-built homes got
sparse as well, and I was beginning to think I had gotten lost. My
stupid GPS wasn't always right, but it hadn't announced that it was
recalculating, so all I could do was follow it with blind faith.
    I drove like a
grandmother, taking in the scenery, and moving over onto the side of
the road whenever a car was behind me. There was a massive white
stone fence to my right and what appeared to be a game preserve to my
left. A doe and her two fawns frolicked along the fence-line, looking
especially adorable, though I couldn't pay much attention to them.
Damien's house should be coming up anytime now.
    I checked the
address one last time and then scouted ahead. All I could see in the
immediate area was the game preserve and the place where the fence
opened up into a driveway. This definitely couldn't be right. My GPS
led me astray again.
    I cursed it as I
pulled into the driveway, preparing to back up and turn around. Then
I noticed the numbers on the gate and realized I was at the right
spot.
    “ No way,”
I mouthed as I looked down the driveway toward the expansive house
that sat on top of a small hill. I had seen it from a distance and
instantly assumed it belonged to some rich ranch owner in the area.
Never had I imagined it could belong to Damien Reed.
    Taking a deep
breath, I pressed my foot to the gas peddle and forced my Miata to
climb the hill, which led up to a circular driveway that surrounded a
fountain, of all things. It was fairly simple, with three stone