From GAMES OF SEDUCTION

It all began as a conversation, with a man on another continent...

Any man who can seduce a woman's mind owns her body long before he ever possesses it....

It was a simple enough concept, but is so alien to so many.

He taught me that, in the space of a few hours.... From a man half a world away I learned more about myself in one night than I had from anyone I had ever been with. And I want more. I want to know how far hunger and need can be stretched before possession is all that matters, and surrender is all that remains to me.

He created a game that he says never ends... a bit like life and the learning we do each day. Truth is the name of this game, but it's more accurately called Seduction. When one party wins, both claim the prize. Under his shrewd eyes, my truths have never looked so bare, and so small they make me crawl inside myself. He doesn't intend to let me hide behind my walls, though. I wonder if I should be afraid, or entranced? Both, perhaps.

The first question: "What do you like in a man?"

How do I respond to that? I'm looking at what I like in a man, and I choke on the awareness of it... So, I struggle and reply with sublime idiocy that I don't know the answer. To my great amazement, he doesn't end the game, but does point out that stupidity doesn't appear to be a problem, so why am I giving him stupid answers. At this time, any other man would be staring at a blank screen, but not this one, his honesty is enchanting.

What do I like in a man? What do I notice first? They seem like easy questions, I've answered them before -- but they're not usually being asked by the physical embodiment of the honest reply. I notice his eyes, and his smile, and his shoulders, and most of all, I notice his presence and the way he carries himself. The strength of his personality and his confidence. This should have been an easy thing to say -- it wasn't.

I felt like I was a love-struck sixteen year old in the throes of her first infatuation. I'd known him about an hour at that point... Can you understand how overwhelmed I was, how ridiculous I felt? He makes me blush like a school-girl, and that hasn't happened in a very long time.

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