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I really don’t.

Dixie: So if you were trying to get me to go home with you, what would your 1st move be?

I swallow hard. I have to. My mouth is flooded in saliva. I can’t believe I’m having such a crazy physical response to a woman on the phone. I know absolutely nothing about her. Hell, she could have lied about her age. Maybe she’s a fifty-year-old dude living in his mother’s basement.

Leo: That depends. Which Dixie is sitting in the bar with me? The good girl or the naughty librarian?

Dixie: You say that like I have two personalities.

Leo: All women do.

Dixie: Oh really? Fine. Naughty librarian Dixie.

Fuck. I make it to my living room, glad I can get comfortable. By comfortable, I mean unzipping my pants. I’m hard as an iron rod.

Leo: How naughty do you want to be, Dixie?

Dixie: I think I’d like you to make me blush.

Leo: I have a feeling you’re already blushing.

Dixie: Yeah.

I don’t want to scare the poor girl. I look at my dick and reconsider.

Yeah. I kind of do. I want her a little scared and a lot turned on. I want to push her out of her comfort zone. It’s only fair. The way she’s pushing me out of mine.

Leo: I repeat: How naughty do you want to be, Dixie?

Dixie: You’ll probably think this is lame, but I’ve never done this before.

Dixie: But I want to. I want to be naughty.

Here goes nothing.

Leo: After I bought you a drink, I would tell you that when I fuck you, I want you to leave your hot as fuck glasses on.

Dixie: Wow. Nobody has ever talked to me like this before.

Leo: Do you like it?

Dixie:[...]

Dixie:[...]

Leo: Are you still there?

Dixie: Yes

Leo: Yes you’re here or yes you like it when I talk to you like that?

Dixie: Yes.

Leo: Do you want me to keep doing it?

Dixie:[...]

Leo: Dixie...be brave.

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