As they talked, still mostly strangers, he felt himself molding to her mind, taking the shapes she chose to form and foster. Part of him resisted, fighting to prove his ability to fight. But the greater part tasted awe and appreciation. And the taste was a little bit divine.
“Tell me something,” she said, tipping her red wine to her lips.
The music she had chosen mixed with the gentle intoxication and painted his perception of the room and the moment.
“Tell me something you would never admit,” she said.
“Like what?” he said
“Something sexual.”
He choked a little.
She waited. He settled. She smiled.
“Um, I don’t know….”
“Of cause you do.”
“I….”
“You know exactly where your mind leapt and all the reasons you won’t speak it.”
“Can we-“
“I’ll help you. How about this? Have you ever fantasized about a man?”
“A man?”
“Specifically, his cock.”
“Any reason you would think to ask me THAT question?”
“Stop. I want a real answer. Close your eyes.”
He did.