I was living a life of denial but deep down I knew whom he was and I knew what he was. He came to me late at night and I always gave myself to him with no sense of decency. He fulfilled my longings with just his touch and his kisses were so hot they seared me to my soul. He took from me whatever he wished and yet at the same time he sated me like no mere man could.
I was a girl with a modest background and my manner of dress always suggested respectability. Always shy and almost anthropophobiac when it came to men, I never allowed myself to be naked anywhere other than the bathroom, yet when he instructed me to sleep in the nude, I went to bed naked every night. One night he went so far as to throw all my under-things in the trash, telling me he wanted me naked under my clothes. When I started to dress that way daily I told myself it was something I wanted to do but I knew what I really wanted was to please him. Before long, I realized there was nothing I wouldn't do for him and it terrorized and thrilled me at the same time.