Let's tell spontaneous stories.

The dragon was bearing down on me, his hot breath upon my neck. I could tell he'd done this before. We embraced in mortal combat, except he was immortal, and there was no fighting. Well, I wasn't fighting it, anyway. I wanted it. I knew that it was wrong, but I wanted it. He whispered softly in my ear "I'm going to enjoy this". The dragon reached out a single mighty talon, touching it softly, gently, majestically to the small of my back. Where many believe I should have recoiled in disgust and fear, I instead reveled in the glorious moment.

Tag. I was It.