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on Sun 11 Dec 11, 2:48 PM to Adverse_Camber's blog.
and make me out of clay?"
And back in my room the lights are on long enough for me to see how beautiful and feminine you can be, shiny curves in black silk...then darkness as you pin me to the bed, one hand holding mine above my head, your thigh trapping my legs apart. Strong hands plundering, exploring, taking...I am incapable of reciprocating...you won't let me. So all I can do is experience...building up and up until I scream in pleasure and shock.
You let me sleep, but I can feel you watching me. When I open my eyes too soon afterwards, you are still propped up on one elbow, watching me, watching me.
And over the next two nights I get used to that...you never sleeping, always watching. So dominant...I would never have guessed. During daylight hours, you are demure and almost obsequious...you let me lead...while you watch. But at night, you are in control...and I find that challenging. Your strange mixture of neediness and dismisiveness keeping me constantly on edge. I am fascinated by you, but I want to go. I want to go home, where I understand the rules.
If you would only stop watching me...
When I eventually drag myself away, I find myself obsessed. Searching you everywhere I can think of, I find your house online, with images. I find two of your three sisters...I wait for your texts and your calls, playing it cool, but secretly, inside, I am obsessing over you, over consequences, over what ifs.
I know this is doomed, I know it's going to turn bad...it's only the scale of it that I cannot predict. You stipulated "no strings", but I know you're not that kind of woman. Already I can feel you weaving silken threads around my body and through my mind...and yet, I don't run.
Instead I agree to meet you again, knowing that I have to see you just once more, to say good bye properly.
Edited Sun 11 Dec 11, 2:56 PM by Adverse_Camber
