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I knew exactly what he was going to say next…

And I found, to my surprise, that Iwantedhim to say it.

“Where would you tell me, then?”

His gaze was hypnotic as he murmured, “At your place. Over a drink.”

This is a bad idea, Mei-ling.

You shouldn’t do this…

But I wanted to.

Desperately wanted to, in fact.

And for the second time that evening, I agreed to what he asked.

“Alright,” I whispered.

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After we got back to my apartment and had a drink, Roberto told me his story –

Andagainhe surprised me.

I listened to the tale of his first sexual experience with growing fascination.

I’d expected a blustery tale of Italian male ego, complete with how a-maaaaazing he was on the very first try.

What Ihadn’tanticipated was the depth of vulnerability he allowed me to see – or his humility in actuallyaskinga woman to teach him.

Other women might have disliked the part about a sex worker.

But I’d spent time as a dominatrix for hire, which is technically sex work. So I appreciated that he treated the woman in his story with dignity and respect – and even admiration, given that she’d taught him ‘everything he knew.’

I couldn’t wait to hear what she’d taught him –

And then he wouldn’ttellme, the little fucking tease.

So when he said he’d show me, well…

I was curious.

And hewasincrediblyhandsome.

There was the same chorus of voices in my head I’d heard back in the restaurant –

This is a bad idea!

You shouldn’t do this!

But theWhy not?voice won out.

It was one of the best choices I ever made in my life.

I took him to my bedroom, lit some candles, and teased him about how he was supposed to show me everything he’d learned.

I was a bit taken aback when he said, “And as I recall, you said you liked to be tied up.”

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