"Now, don't be apprehensive of me Pretty One. I won't do anything to you. You haven't told me yet what you think about kissing guys. Do you like it?"
"I guess it would be nice. I think... I haven't done it much you know. The people on soap operas like it, I guess."
He was obviously intrigued by my innocence, and made a low sensual chortle, as he said, "Sure they like it. You would really like getting kissed by a man. Here let me show you."
He leaned forward confidently and planted a wet kiss on my lips as I sat there, nervous and unresponsive.
"Oh, come on. You can do better than that. Get a little closer to me and let's try again."
He swept me into his arms and embraced me fully on the lips. His ardor made my heart absolutely race. It was so different from the kisses I had given to the girls in my high school back when I had dated them. He was so strong, so masculine, so confident. I felt completely overpowered by the force of his personality. All I wanted to do at that time was to submit to him and enjoy his advances, sentiments which were as startlingly new to me as they were powerful.
What could possibly be coming over me?