ATTENTION YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED AND I WILL NOT BE REPEATING IT BEFORE EVERY CHAPTER WHEN EXPLICIT CONTENT IS ABOUT TO TAKE PLACE. I AM STRICTLY AN R-RATED WRITER. IF THAT OFFENDS YOU OR YOUR NOT INTERESTED IN RAUNCHY SEX SCENES AND DOMINATION DO NOT... I REPEAT DO NOT CONTINUE.

I HAVE WARNED YOU.

REALLY SEXY SCENES WILL BE RESTRICTED. ONLY FOR MY FOLLOWERS, NOTHING PERSONAL JUST A PRECAUTION FOR ME.

Have you ever read romantic stories?

Stories of erotic fictions that had you aroused at every page. Stories that had the boy meets girl, girl pretends she isn't in love, guy convinces her and they live happily ever after.

Jeez have I read more then I could count. After every great story I could remember sighing in irritation that these stories were just that, only stories.

There was no perfect fit guy with striking eyes looking into your soul. No man who said all the right things. Compliments at the right time. Rich with a mansion and eyes only for you when you walked in the room.

What there is though is guys asking for your number. Banging you before the week is up and if the pu$sy was good enough staying around. But eventually he would tire and leave then tell all his friends what a great blow job you gave.

Yet I read these stories anyway because I hoped somewhere in the world there was a small unfound state filled with these perfect men waiting for you to discover it. Silly but I hoped.

I looked up counting how many stops were left before I was to get off. Twelve left, I looked down flicking through my wattpad and began editing a story. I was in the middle of fixing typos in a sex scene when I looked to my left.

A Caucasian man with clear baby blues was peeking at my phone. Embarrassed I saved and clicked off my phone. I used the screen of my phone and tilted it slightly to the left to see his reflection. I wasn't surprised to see him looking at the screen therefore giving us eye contact. He smirked lightly then turned his head looking elsewhere.

What did he read? What did he see?

I looked up eight more stops.

"Excuse me?"

I tensed looking to my left. He was looking at me a gentle smile on his pink lips.

"Me?"

"Yes, I wanted to ask what that app was?"

"Oh, it's a site called wattpad. People from all over the world who write submit their stories online. People also may read

them. "

"Sounds interesting. I presume that was your story you were editing?"

I nodded and looked back to my phone in my lap. Movement to my left caused me to look over subtly and I watched him pull his iPhone out and go to the app store. He searched in wattpad to my surprise and downloaded it. When it was done he opened it and chose the guest option instead of signing up. He clicked the search option and attempted to pass me the phone.

I looked up at him but he only looked the opposite way. I smiled. What the hell he just wanted to see my book not my number. I typed in my name and added my story to his library.

Forced To Believe. My first ever story, my baby, my secret desires and wants all bundled up in a fantasy story.

He took his phone back and I stood 42nd street was coming up next. I looked down at him he nodded and looked down opening my story.

I walked to the train door nervous knowing the bio before the first chapter spoke plainly of what the story would pertain to. I exited the train cart and as I walked past the window I caught his eyebrow raised as his eyes scanned the page.

I smiled as least he was intrigued.

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I left the radio shack smiling at my new screen protector and case. It was so hard to find note 3 accessories for a decent price but I had to get them. I hated when I saw people with phones all scratched up and the screen looking like it took a hammer to it. I looked around at a loss of what to do now.

My phone buzzed signaling a wattpad notification. It was probably a vote. I think that was the only thing I disliked about wattpad. There were thousands of ghost readers. I loved my fans but their opinions said a lot about what they thought and gave me new ideas. But barley anyone commented.

A hundred thousand read and thirteen comments, really people. Yet I was pleasantly surprised when I saw it was comment notification.

Mikelike commented on Forced To Believe Chapter 21 - Guns And Roses : Meet me 347-876-10**. (Lol you might call haha)

My eyes widened, I knew without a doubt it was the man from the train. I shook my head no way, no way I was calling a complete stranger. No way in hell.

"H..hello?"

"Hello again, I would like to meet you right now if possible."

"I don't think that's a good idea. I mean I don't......"

"Somewhere public you choose. "

"Uh..I..."

"It's so easy to say no sometimes. "

"O...okay. Meet me in front of the Toys R Us on 42nd st."

"Be there in twenty. " He clicked off.

I checked my watch.

Five minutes to eight.

I sighed what am I doing? This is so dangerous. So desperate, so pathetic. I was a second from leaving when I saw him. A confident stride as he approached.

"I'm glad you decided to meet me. I'm Michael and you are? "

"Kia."

"It's a pleasure. Would you accompany me to dinner? My treat. "

I should've said no but I won't lie and say I wasn't curious. He asked where I would like to eat and I chose BBQ.

I led the way he walked beside me. It was quite crowded so he had to walk behind me.

I kept looking back unsure if he was getting lost in the crowd. After the tenth time of me looking back I felt a warm hand touch my lower back. I didn't need to look back. It was reassurance, I am here.

We were waiting at a stop light and he stood next to me the crowd had dispersed a bit but his hand remained.

I was wearing a denim skirt that stopped mid thigh. Jordan's and a small tank top. So my stomach and lower back was showing. Point being his warm hand was on my lower back.

If there was one place that was sensitive on my whole body it was my entire back area. I can't explain it but my neck, ears all those places that commonly work for people didn't work for me but my back. Jeez my back.

The point of this explanation was as we began crossing the street it got crowded again so he was yet again behind me his hand on my lower back.

So warm, tingles coming from the contact. I walked a bit faster trying to separate but was surprised when his finger grabbed the loop of my skirt pulling me back to him. I turned looking at him.

"Wouldn't want to lose you now. Right?"

"Right."

The walk continued his hand arousing me the whole way there. Finally we made it. He opened the door for me and we entered.

"Hello seat for two?"

He took the initiative and answered. He again put his hand on my back as we took the elevator up to the second floor. The waitress was going to put us in the middle but he saw me eyeing the windows. He asked for seats in the corner with a window over looking 42nd st. I smiled and walked with him. He pulled out my seat then sat across from me.

"Drinks?"

"Um, "

I looked at the menu nervously. I didn't want to overstep so I wasn't sure what to order.

"Kia are you allergic to anything?"

I shook my head no.

"Two pina coladas please."

The waitress left I stared at my fingers.

"So why did you want to meet me?"

"Your story, is it based on experience? "

I snorted before I could stop myself. He only chuckled.

"I wish... I mean... I've never.... "

"I understand. How old are you?"

"Twenty-two. You?"

"Thirty-four. "

''I still don't understand what it is you want."

'' You know a lot can be understood through a person through their words."

"I'm not following."

"Tell me something are you currently dating?"

"No."

"Why?"

Honestly I was going to tell him to mind his business but, what would be the point. It was a harmless question. He wasn't hurting me I could leave when ever I wanted.

"They weren't what I needed. I've had a few boyfriends I told I was a submissive and the few who tried it went about it the wrong way. I had a guy who instead of researching just typed slave in a porn site. He saw a bunch of men with pierced nipples and ass less chaps. He never spoke to me again.

Another guy thought that meant using me whenever his di¢k was hard. Not speaking in his presence and doing everything he said. I happened to look through his phone one night and found a message to someone about sharing me with all his friends. I left that night."

"I'm sorry you had to endure that immaturity but something you said confused me. You said he was going to share you so you left yet you wrote two to three chapters of David letting Moses use Mya. "

I stared at him in shock.

"I really enjoyed the story and it helps I have an amazing memory."

"Thanks, about your question if my Dom wanted to share me with another and I trusted him I would for his pleasure and mine but mostly his. It is a fantasy I've always wanted to experience but, that guy he always belittled me made me feel insignificant. He didn't care about my feelings enough to even discuss if I was ready for a step like that. Plus I knew it was more he showing off he could use me like that and less me submitting to him."

"May I take your orders? "

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Dinner was delicious and Michael talked and questioned me endlessly about myself and my writing. He seemed genuinely interested in me. I never caught a bored look on his face. He gave me his undivided attention throughout the entire meal.

I learned he worked in the city as a lawyer. That surprised me and I told him so. He only laughed and told me they weren't all old cranky money hungry people. I smiled and kept to myself it was his laid back attitude and casual demeanor and dress that made it difficult to believe.

With just a baby blue t-shirt, jeans and sneakers he didn't look it.

It was going on 10pm we were standing next to 42nd st train station.

"I had a real good time. I'm glad I didn't leave before you showed. "

"Me to. "

I turned about to leave.

"Kia?"

"Yeah?"

"So do you have a curfew or something? "

I burst out laughing.

"Is that a joke?"

"Well the night's still young maybe we could go to a bar or something. "

I raised my eyebrow at him. He had been a perfect gentlemen the whole night but safety told me to take a precaution.

"Give me your state I.d."

Surprisingly without question he dug in his wallet and handed it to me. I verified his name was indeed Michael.

Michael Calloway who lived in the upper west side.

I took out my phone and snapped a picture of his I.d then sent it to my mother and five friends saying I was on a blind date. I handed it back satisfied.

"Where is this bar?"

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"I don't believe it. You've never had a shot before?"

"I've never drank any type of liquor. I mean I had a wine cooler before."

"What are those like .5 %? I want you to try something if you're willing?"

"What?"

Michael got up and walked to the bar. We were sitting in a secluded corner seat with high chairs and tables. It wasn't very packed a few people here and there but we were mostly on our own. He came back with two small glasses filled with brown liquid. He sat and placed one before me.

"This my lady is a chocolate cake shot."

"A what?"

I laughed picking up the glass and inhaled. My eyes widened it smelled exactly like a chocolate cake slice. I placed it back on the table.

"What's wrong?"

"It smells really good but no liquor taste good. I'm sure it has a foul taste."

"Try it before you dislike it hmm."

He tipped his head back taking the shot. A smile graced his lips then he licked them. He looked to my glass. I shrugged and picked it up. I squeezed my eyes shut and downed it.

Oh my god. It tasted like a chocolate shake or cake or whatever I can't describe it but it was so good. I opened my eyes he was looking at me with a I told you so grin.

"That was so good. Are you sure there's liquor in there?"

"It's vanilla vodka and frangelico. It's a hazelnut liquor I believe. "

"Wow, it was really good. "

"Would you like another? "

"Yes please. "

The night carried on that way. Shots talking and laughing. It didn't occur to me until I almost dropped a glass that the table was full of them at least twenty or more. With me drinking eighty five percent of them. They were so good and had no bad after taste that it was like drinking juice and I kept pilling them on.

I remember giggling hysterically and making nasty comments about how good his a$s looked when he went up to the bar.

"You like my a$s huh? "

"Nice lips too. "

"Is that right? "

He stood and walked towards me. The chair was high so my face was aligned with his. He placed his hands on my cheeks steadying my head.

"I think you've had more then you could handle miss."

"What are you talking about? Hey can I get some more chocolate juice? "

"I think that's enough juice for you. "

I pouted. He smiled his pink lips looking fuller then I remembered.

I leaned forward and kissed him. At first he just stood there but eventually his hands lowered to my waist and he tilted his head and kissed me back. His tongue was so big and warm. He tasted so good. I bit his bottom lip and he groaned. My hands began venturing towards his crotch when his hands caught my wrists abruptly and stopped me. He pulled away looking at me.

"I think I'm taking advantage of you. "

"So.... keep going I'm wet. "

"No come on."

He helped me up and I would've fell if not for his support. We left and the breeze outside cooled my hot body.

"Where do you live?"

"With you now take me home and ravish me."

He chuckled and hailed a cab.

"So your a horny drunk huh. As hard to resist as that is I'll just put you to bed and figure out your address in the morning. "

I began singing Trey Songz Bed at his entertainment as he put me in the cab. I fell asleep before we left the block.

(As I retell this story with the help of HIM. I am very embarrassed by my actions. But to my defense chocolate cake shots have a way of sneaking up on you and making you piss drunk. )