He insisted that I be dressed and totally fem for him. I loved that because I was into that very thing.So on Friday night I would take all of the nece...sary preperations for "alot" of anal sex, take a long bath, shaving all body hair and being "cleaned out". Then pick out the sluttiest thing I could wear in public for the drive to his house. Knowing I would stay Friday and Saturday night I always packed several outfits for the weekend. Alot of lingerie, stockings, etc...It was summer time and I. He needed the touch of a woman as a thirsty man needs water. He was slowly withering away in his abstract wonderland of intellectual delights.Then he discovered Sassanid Dynasty love poetry.The translations couldn't do it justice. Learning the old Persian dialects had posed no great difficulties for an accomplished language afficionado. The poetry, in its primordial, untranslated version, rang as clearly as a bell in the empty cathedral of his heart.His previous attempts to approach women had. I had spent the better part of a year trying to get his attention and while it was frightening to be so upfront, it was also a relief to let it all out.He still didn’t seem at all shocked or impressed, but simply sat there looking at me. Finally he commended me for my straightforwardness but said the thoughts and desires I had shared with him were sinful and wrong. That he was a member of the clergy and I was a troubled young woman who ought to give more thought to the needs of her soul rather. . I was in the other room there watching porn on my computer just now, and, well, I know porn when I see it.”“The word is, I think, 'erotica'.” She smiled, warming up a bit, figuring she might as well admit it.“Huh, I guess you could call it an educational film if you want to. It's still porn.”“It is not. It is... romantic drama. There happens to be a lot of erotic scenes in it, so?” She squirmed a bit, and I saw right into her burgundy shirt, through the opening where at least two buttons.