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smile of reassurance. She stood, smiled and turned toward the bathroom.
    As I pulled my pants up, she walked to the bathroom to clean up. I realized as she was in the bathroom that her good looks didn’t and wouldn’t make up for her irritating sexual behavior, and childish antics.
    “Oh wow, you cum a lot,” she said as she walked out of the bathroom.
    I smiled and nodded as I sat on the sofa.
    “Seriously, I have never seen so much,” she chuckled, “is it always so…well.”
    “Yeah, that’s pretty typical,” I said over my shoulder.
    She leaned toward me and hugged me from the side as she laid her head on my shoulder.
    “I’m going to have to get, I’ve got to get up early,” I said as she looked up at me from her resting spot.
    “But, you said you didn’t have a job, can’t you stay?” she asked.
    “No, I’m going to have to go,” I said as I stood, realizing I had devoted an entire day to this woman.
    Without a doubt, this would be our first and last meeting.
    “Really? You can’t stay?” she asked.
    “No, I really have to get. I just realized, we’ve been together since one o’clock today, it’s late,” I responded.
    “Okay, when will I see you next?” she asked.
    “I don’t know, we’ll see. I’ll call you,” I responded.
    I never did. My phone for the next two weeks, was receiving a text every ten minutes. After the first two days, I didn’t respond to any of them. I continued to get a text every ten minutes for about two weeks.
    She, through her text messages, had stated that we were bound to each other through our sex. The fact that we had sex, according to her, bound us together. We were committed to each other.
    The thought of someone thinking that bothered me. If she had been somewhat more sensible, I may have spent a little more time having sex with her. This behavior and the hundreds of unanswered text messages left me a little uneasy. I knew after this woman, it may be a while before I committed to have sex with another woman.
    Quite a while.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    ERIK. The thought of the fear that Lisa put in me was disturbing then, and was even more so now. She was confirmation that I had no business fucking with a woman that I had no intention on actually being with for any period of time. I had forgotten about her. How soon we forget the people in our past that we should remember forever…and not for good reasons.
    I flipped through the pages looking at names and events, none of which rang a bell.
    Until.
    Serena.
    Oh, Serena.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    NAME: SERENA PARSONS
    AGE: 25
    STATS: 5’-3” petite , half Filipino
    ACCO MPLISHMENTS: training as a sub
     
     
    Serena was the first person I felt like I was ever in any form of relationship with. I had graduated college, and was back in Wichita. I met her immediately after my mother had passed away.
    We met through one of the members of the motorcycle club. She was a friend of the wife of a member, and was introduced at a summer gathering. Immediately, I was drawn to her submissive appearance as I observed her actions.
    She had apologized to almost everyone within earshot for something. Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t see you . My apologies, I didn’t realize you were reaching for that .
    I worked my way through the crowd at the beer keg and introduced myself. We quickly began a conversation about cars. I had just purchased my first BMW. She had been driving a BMW for some time, and we started talking about our opinions regarding the vehicles.
    A short conversation revealed that she was truly submissive , yet did not realize it. I immediately had every intention of bringing it to her attention. She and I were together, if you could call it that, for almost nine months.
    “Why do you say that,” she asked.
    “Because you are,” I responded.
    “But how can you be sure,” she asked.
    “Well, I am not sure , but everything indicates…”
    “What’s everything,”