'“Please, please,” he said as he ran his hands up onto my chest. He began to unbutton the top of my pajamas. He was begging like a kid asking for a piece of chocolate.“Please.”
I put my hands on his face, but I didn't push away. I felt like I should recoil, but something held me in place despite his shocking sexual aggressiveness.
I remembered how much I liked him on the Internet, but that was something different. I told myself that I wasn't attracted to men. I liked him as a woman, but that was just an imaginary woman. Not like this!'