If You Give A Mouse A Cookie...
Don't you remember? Well, I suppose the days all bleed together for you now. It was six months ago that we met. You were perusing the public library and I was working there reading stories to the children. Neither of us acted anything like what we are now, of course. You were clumsily trying to hide your hard-on behind the shelves and I seemed so much meeker with my hair tied back, my sexy little librarian glasses pushed up against my nose - just a mousy little girl for you to crush on. We flirted a little and I gave you my number, but after you were gone I looked up what books you had been checking out.
Wasn't I surprised! You were mainly just at the library to satisfy your own little perversions. Jacqueline Carey books, tawdry romance novels, anything with a little sex in it. You especially liked the ones where the protagonist was dominated or held captive by the antagonist, but it didn't seem to matter what sex he or she was. I think you just liked to put yourself in the heroes shoes, to feel the thrill of being teased and tortured vicariously through your little fantasy figures.
But I was more than a fantasy, wasn't I?