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"Both of them." Christopher stammers. "I almost always start as Wydan and Rhiannon, but sometimes before I can cum I'm no longer Rhiannon's secret lover, I'm the demon and I'm fucking her so hard she's screaming." He stops and pulls away from you, climbing to his feet and backing away as he shakes his head almost like a puppy. "I'm not like that Ms. Summers, I swear."

"It's OK Christopher," you reassure the young man. "I've only just met you, but I know already that you're a good person." This is a good place to end the date, before you do any more damage to the young man's psyche. "You are going to make some girl at your school really lucky when you find the courage to ask her out." You hope whoever that girl is, has the sense to give Christopher a chance, although you're not sure you would have made the right choice when you were still in high school.

"But why am I like that?" He stops for a moment to pick up his phone, pointing to it as he starts retreating to the door again. "Why do I always put those girls in chains, or show them being punished?"

"Its not just you Christopher," you laugh gently, "you've seen all the porn on the internet - why do you think there are so many pictures and stories where the women are tied down and used?" He nods hesitantly, but you can see you haven't convinced him. "It's not just men Christopher," you tell him, Oh Lord in Heaven Amy what are you doing? "have you ever read Harlequins, or those historical romances you see in the supermarkets where the woman is in some man's muscular arms?" His blush confirms what you already knew. "Those sweet young heroines are almost always protesting to the end as the Greek tycoon, Comanche Brave, Visigoth warlord or whatever forces them to their beds and claims them." You've read more than your fair share of these books in the past few months yourself, as often as not skimming through the chapters to get to the 'good parts'.

"But..." His confusion is palatable, but he is no longer backing away from you. "It's wrong."

"Of course its wrong, but it's just fantasy." You smile wryly. "I don't know anyone in real life who wants to be ****, Christopher." You take a half step towards him and he reciprocates with one of his own. "But I know a bunch of women, who are more than willing to be overpowered, held down and fucked hard by a man they can trust."

"Really?!?" You can't help but glance at Christopher's erection that you had been teasing just a minute ago.

"Oh yes." You tell him as you pull your gaze up to meet his eyes. "I bet even some of those high school cuties that you stare at in math class have fantasies just like yours." He takes a final step and catches your wrist in his hand, his grip is surprisingly strong for a young man who spends most of his days playing video games and programming his computer.

"What about you, Amy?"