I met him when I was 18. I was attracted to him because he was tall, handsome, and masculine. He always wore a suit and tie and his authority turned me on. I could tell he had a dominant nature which led me to fantasizing about being dominated by him. The thought turned me on so much I would get off to it every day.
I knew he was into me because of the way he looked at me. He always maintained strong eye contact with me and would smile when I smiled. He would check me out by looking me up and down. He broke the touch barrier by removing “lint” from my hair at least twice. He would playfully spin me around in the office chair and inch his finger towards me as if he was about to poke me to see me squirm. When he told me he had a dream about me but couldn’t remember the “details,” I knew he was thinking about fucking me.