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and fuck me too.
    To say my evening hadn’t gone to plan would be an understatement. I’d left work early, for me, and stopped off for a drink. The need to be normal, your average man, and the scent of espresso had lured me off my usual track to the wine bar. I’d seen her the minute I’d walked into the coffee shop. How could I not? She was just my type with her luscious long hair, pouty red lips and coy smile. How little I’d known back then.
    She’d given me the eye, let me buy her a fresh coffee after just five minutes talking, and I thought, given that she’d made a point of touching my arm a total of eight times in that hour, a one-night stand was a promise. Zara had given off all the signals of being a sure thing.
    And bloody hell, that was what I’d wanted. An evening of no-strings, uncomplicated sex. Fast and horny would have suited me, so would a slow and gentle meeting of strangers, ships passing in the night. I’d simply had a perfectly natural urge for sex, nothing fancy, just two consenting adults, in bed, enjoying a bit of rumpy-pumpy. How hard was that to organise?
    With Zara, however, average sex wasn’t going to wash. Despite the fact in jeans and a pale pink jumper she’d looked every bit an average girl, complete with just-visible white shirt, upturned collar, and a short string of pearls peeking over the top. But that had been a ruse, an underhand trick, bait for the unsuspecting. Visually she appeared a good girl when she was, in fact, disgustingly bad. It had been clever camouflage, not dissimilar to the evil deception a Venus flytrap employs.
    Jesus, what was it she’d said back at her place?
    Lick my cunt.
    No woman had ever said that to me. I wasn’t a prude, a bit of dirty talk in bed suited me fine. But she’d just stripped, laid down, spread her legs and her pussy then given me the order like she’d been asking for sugar in her tea.
    I’d been shocked to tell the truth, and hardly able to stop staring at her brazenly exposed pussy. The image was still with me now. Dusky rose flesh, creases and folds sparkling with moisture, and her sweet hole, just about on show by her position, a shadowed gulley that I’d wanted to touch so badly.
    I salivated, as I’d done last night, then swallowed and watched two feral pigeons fighting over a greasy bit of paper on the rooftop opposite. I’d wanted to do as she’d asked. Wanted desperately to. But how could I? She’d ordered me to do it. No niceties about the event at all, just lick my cunt .
    No one ordered me around like that. I was my own boss, had been for nearly eight years now. She had absolutely no idea who she was dealing with.
    But the look on her face when she’d realised I wasn’t about to drop and start lapping like a dog… Instead of being indignant it was as though she’d enjoyed the fact she’d surprised me with her crudeness. Because that’s all it had been, a surprise. I would never have taken her for someone so forward. In the coffee shop she’d been like all the other girls I’d been with since Helen. Pretty, chatty, fun, nothing to write home about.
    Jesus, what the hell would you put in a letter about Zara? That she was someone who could shake a person’s soul with one evening’s entertainment. By the time we’d been leaving her apartment, and I’d somehow, stupidly, lent her the idea that I might allow her teach me things, I really had believed that my ability to judge someone had taken a drastic slide. That fucking dress she’d worn. It was sexy, yes, but I could see the gusset of her knickers, for crying out loud. What kind of person wore shit like that and looked so bloody comfortable?
    Zara, apparently.
    Sitting with my so-called teacher and watching Julie came to my mind. The way Julie had marked herself with absolute passion behind every strike of her whip. Of course, I knew some people got off on pain. But that, it had taken the bloody biscuit, really it had. It was something else entirely. That had