I was legitimately falling for Sandra, lost in the sparkle of her eyes as she told a story. My mind wandered and I realized how shallow and empty any relationship would be if it was based on compulsion and mind control. My lust may be satisfied, but I would feel an emptiness that no number of orgasms could overcome.
“Sandra?” I interrupted.
Slightly surprised, she paused her story and raised her eyebrows. “Hmm?”
I took a deep breath. This was risky and I didn't even know if it would work. “Forget what I told you about fantasizing about me. Forget the app and don't look at it again... unless I tell you to. (That last bit was to cover my butt in case I messed something up here.) “Continue this evening based on how you actually feel about me after our evening together.”
Sandra's eyes flitted back and forth for a moment, as if her brain were being rewired. She shook her head as if removing cobwebs from her brain and looked at the glass of half-finished wine in her hand. Looking back at me across the couch, she said...
