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He pulled off the condom brusquely, wiped the head on my cheek, and threw it in the gutter.  My humiliation was scorching hot.  I couldn't help touching myself yet another time.  His eyes called me 'slut' as I came again.

I got the recurring itch to hunt for a dirty scene.  I found myself in a swank hotel bar, a Westin or someplace like that, and flirted shamelessly with a well-dressed man who invited me up to his room.  I could say he slipped a Mickey into my drink, but, I’d be fooling myself.  When the endorphins kicked in, the man had his belt around my neck and choked me, while riding me from behind and calling me names.  Afterward, he asked if I was okay and reminded me I agreed to this type of breath play.  Maybe I did.

I had a plan of action that I was going to run by Will.  He could run it up the flagpole, but I wasn’t asking permission.  My mind was made up.  I was going to The Confessional tonight too.  If she wanted atonement, I’d be happy to give it to her.

There were things I never asked when picking up a stranger.  I didn't want to know what they did for a living.  I didn’t care what they drove, where they lived, or what their favorite color was.  I wanted to know how they liked their cock sucked.  I wanted to know if they made love or fucked.  Did they eat pussy?  Did they like rough sex?  He laughs.  “I thought those kinds of pickup lines weren’t allowed.”  He was cocky.  I liked that.  It was a cousin to arrogance and cruelty; I liked that even more.  Was this what it felt like to find your true north? He shook my hand and started a conversation like a gentleman.  But in my heart, I knew this man, the dark Viking, was dangerous.