One day my cousin Maddy came over. She was a lot older than me – at 22. She lived in here own place near by. It was my birthday…‘Hey Peter happy... birthday! 12 and so gorgeous. She had short dark hair and tight figure hugging cloths. I noticed her look for a fleeting moment at my new breasts, ‘you are becoming… so lovely’ She was talking to my mother in the kitchen and then came out and said ‘I’ve invited you to mine for the weekend – how about that’. I was delighted and excited – I wasn’t sure. This fascination seemed entirely at odds with my budding identity as both a feminist and a bi-sexual, but something had such a deep seated, unconscious appeal that no logical, conscious polemic could overcome it. Over time, I realized that this desire was inextricably bound up in my growing interest in Domination/submission. Simple sex is, at its core, a congregation of equals; two people come together to engage in a mutual activity for mutual pleasure. This sameness of purpose and activity. I was ready, when he came it was raining, i welcomed him and made him sit on the bed. We didn’t speak for a min, then i started by saying i am sorry, no reaction from him, i looked at him, he was looking somewhere else, i leaned forward and planted a kiss in his lips, he gave me the same angry look, i couldn’t care anymore, i kissed him again, he closed his eyes, not a word till now, i started exploring his lips, he was giving no response back except for loosening his lips a bit, i was all over. Think you can handle that?" Yes sir." Good. Now, on to other matters." He rose from his chair. "You did listen in on my door yesterday evening, didn't you?"I couldn't help but turn into a school girl and blush. "I'm ... I'm very sorry, sir. Really, I didn't mean --" It's not about whether you meant to or not, Alicia." He came from his side of the desk and stood beside me. "As I said, you are a very attractive woman. And I hope you won't find me too brash if I say that my eyes have been on you.