"Come here!  You have eluded me long enough.  It is now time for you to perform your wifely duties.  To hold you captive, against your will, is not my wish for your future here.  I have brought you underground, so that you may live out your days, with me.  Here, among those just like you."  Shaking with fear at the commanding tone in which she speaks, I rise slowly, and walk towards her.  She is so much larger than the rest of us, making me wonder if she, indeed is a woman.  "You doubt me?  Simply because of my appearance.  I assure you, I am just as potent as any male you have ever experienced, in your lifetime.  Yet, I will not force myself upon you, even if you do belong to me.  I can read your thoughts.  I know your emotional limits.  There is nothing you feel that I'm not aware of, as long as you are in my world.  But, once you leave this world, you will be free.  And privy to the consequences of normal living.  You belong to me,now.  Get used to it."

'But, why me?  What could you possibly want with me?  Surely you could find women more worthy than I, to surrender to you, to worship.  Why do you covet my simplicity?  I am afraid of you.    If I surrender to you, what kind of life will I be succumbing to?  Where are the rest of the women?  It's cold here, and dark.  Is it night all the time here?'   "Guards, bring me the most recent slave.  The one who continues to defy me; refusing to give me what I want.  Asking too many questions, just as this one is.  So this one can see, that I am not to be toyed with."   I watched, as two burly men disappeared into a door to the right, marked only with a D on the door.  'What is D for?'   "You really don't want to know."  I'm standing before her, still afraid, but I know she isn't playing.  I can feel it.  I also feel her reading my thoughts.  Knowing I am questioning how I got here, and what went wrong; how did I get picked for this life. 

I was just sitting at the bar, drinking.  Thinking.  This nice looking young lady walked up to me, and said good evening.  I said HI.  We talked, laughed, and shared a few drinks at a table in a corner, by the end of the bar.  I remember when I got up to go to the bathroom, I felt very drunk.  She said she would escort me to the car.  She wanted to drive me home.  I resisted, calling her every unholy name in the book.  I was always told, never let a stranger take you home.  I remember arguing, and then......I woke up, here.

The guards came back, and brought this thin, dirty, and smelly woman, and placed her beside me.  She looked up at me, from her weakened stance, aided by the men, and said, " If you do surrender, you will regret it"  And she passed out.  They dragged her back to the where she came from.  "Don't ask anymore questions!"  I knew not to think, because she would know what I was thinking.....  My thoughts now, became my fight to survive, over my choices.  What could she have meant by I would regret it.  There's only one way to find out.  Surrender.  "Alright, you win.  I surrender.  Let's get this over with.  What do I have to do?   Sleep with you?  That should be easy enough.  Doesn't look like a hard task.  I don't know why she wouldn't, but I'm all yours.  Let's do this." 

I could hear the guards laughing among themselves.  What was that all about?  Would I live to regret this decision?  What kind of carnal deeds will I be required to perform at the hands of this beast?  How will I be able to remain true, even if she knows my every thought, when I think it?  Will she allow me to think on my own?  What if she asks me to do something I absolutely refuse to do? 

The guards escort me to a palace.  They show me to my room, which is adorned with yellow lights.  A king sized bed over next to the window.  The window has barbed wire inside the glass.  No one can see out, or in.  The glass is stained yellow.  Statutes are all around the room.  Music is playing.  Instrumentals.  The covers are pulled back on the bed, and a beautiful gown lies in the chair on the side of the dresser.  "Come join me in a bath.  The freshening up will do you good.  We have so much to catch up on.  I intend to make your stay as fulfilling as you allow me to.  I hope you like your room, as this is where you will be living now.  Everything I think you need, will be provided for you.  You only serve me.  With no complaints, either.  You will not want to make me angry, because I can be a real bastard when angered.  Come!" 

The men left the room, and I looked around, before going into the bathroom.  The closets were filled with clothes; most with price tags still visible.  Looking down, shoes of every color.  I walked towards the bathroom door, and I could smell candles burning.  I opened the door.  It was beautiful!

Candles, all around .  Mirrors everywhere.  The ambiance was so romantic, that I could feel myself getting into a mood with this stranger, in this unbelievably intimate setting.  Nothing made sense, but I was drawn to it.  I wanted it.  Even if just for tonight.  I saw her figure, and I gasped.  It was beastly, but erotically drawing me. 

I could see breasts, and her tone was now much lower.  She was laying beneath the bubbles, smiling.  I don't trust that smile.  Damn.  But, why am I drawn to her?  I turn, to step out of my clothes, so I could join her in the tub.  Once naked, I walked towards the tub, and got ready to step in.  I stopped.  She was vigorously stroking her dick.  Oh my damn!  Oh my Damn!   Everything in me quickened.  She could tell I was turned on.  My nipples hardened, and my clit is throbbing.  The biggest dick I have ever seen.  She looked up at me, and said, "SUCK"

It was a long flight to Los Angeles.  I didn't know why I had accepted the position to do a training course so far away from all my friends.  Maybe deep inside, I wanted to get away.  This gave me freedom to think, and make a move where everyone wouldn't be suspect of me.   I love Gina with all my heart, but I think she is so overbearing sometimes.  We get to this place.  And freeze.  Almost like it's a danger ahead sign coming up, that only one of us sees.  Mostly her.  I mean, I know I'm a very outgoing person, and it might look like I'm cheating, but I never have.  It frustrates me to be accused of something I'm not doing.  Almost makes me wanna do it.  I settle down in my seat, put my head back, and close my eyes.  The music, along with this pleasant feeling of calm just soothes me.  I think about her.  I miss her already.  What is it about absence that makes the heart grow fonder.  The way she is, when she is loving, is worth all the stress we go through. 

Take for instance, my birthday.  She made sure I had a blast, and a half.   We had discussed what we were gonna do--invite friend over for a cozy dinner, and retire afterwards.  So, that's what I planned for.  No surprises, right.  Now we live near the hottest black gay spot in the whole US of A. which is Atlanta.  And, She managed to get Gladys Knight to sing, in our home.  Don't ask me how she did it, but she did.  Everyone was so surprised, and told me I better keep that woman, because she had potential to make the rest of my days just as thrilling.  I loved how she was so spontaneous.  So upbeat.  Never let things get her down, and my happiness was always the 'bottom line'.  I felt safe in that aspect.  So, why am I on a flight, moving away from her, for 90 days, and perhaps, for good?  I don't know. 

I pick my bags up, and head for my car.  They have my accommodations when I get to the office.  This is a nice place out here.   Might as well get used to it; I'm gonna be here for a while.  I plan to shop, and sightsee when I'm not working.  After I get settled in, I'm gonna find a club to go to. A girl needs to unwind after working like a slave all day.  Get my drink on, you know...

I got to my room, opened the door, and it was beautiful inside.  But, no smell of food, and no indication that anyone would be waiting for me, or expecting me.    I put my purse, and keys, down on the table, and walked around the place where I'm supposed to be calling home.  I miss Gina.  Hmmmm.  The only noise is the clicking of my shoes, as I walk across the hardwood floor.  Down the hall to my bedroom.  I stop at the door, leaning up against it.  I stepped out of my shoes, walked over to the bed, crawled up in it, and lay flat on my back.  A thousand memories came flashing back.  Everything I went through, to get to this place in my life.  To have it all, and in the shadows is someone who I can't get along with.  I stayed there, in the quietness, for endless moments.....until my phone rang.  I jumped up to go get it out my purse.  Who could this be?  I picked it up, looked at the name.  Gina.  I sigh.  "Hello Gina, I made it out here.  I'm in my room"   'Good, I was just worried about you.  I mean, I knew you would be okay, but I wanted to make sure you got out there safely.  I don't intend to bother you, I promise.  It...ahhh just hit me, that you're really gone.  I can handle this, I really can.'   "Look, Baby, I miss you already too.  For the first time, in a long time, I have no one to come home to.  When I walked in here, there was no sign of life, food cooking, or your smell in the place.  So, I am adjusting, too"   ' You really miss that?  Wow.  My test is gonna come, at night, and when we used to shop together, and hang out with our friends.  Now I know not to look for you, and I can't accuse you of cheating.  LOL.  Cuzzzzz you're thousands of miles away, and......sigh.....you're on your time now'  

"Gina, it might not take as long as you think.  After I get things worked out, I'm planning on coming back.  This is not home, for me.  I don't know anyone out here, not even the people I will be working with.  The company thought I would be the best choice, and I jumped on it.  We needed time apart.  Don't you agree?"   ' I have to.  And, you could have just broken it off, instead of giving us time apart, so for that--I thank you.  I hope this time apart helps us.   I don't want nobody but you.  I love you, Brenda.  I love you so much.  Okay, before you hang up, I'm gonna go now.  Just making sure my girl got there safe, and you are, so I'm good.  If you think about me, call me; you know how to get me. Okay, lata.  Be good.  Knock em out out there, you hear me?'  "Gina, I can feel the fear in your voice; I know you.  But, we gonna be alright. okay?  Just take care of you, and tell my , well our, friends, I said a girl is doing it.  Okay, time to get settled in.  Talk to you soon.  Be sweet.  Make sure you eat right, and stay away from the fast food.  LOL.  Bye Baby"  I hang up. 

Caught myself, lying there, reminiscing again, so I jumped up, took all my clothes off, and headed for the shower.  Turned the water on.  Adjusted it to just about as hot as I could stand.  Stepped over into the stream of steamy water, and let it run down on my body, christening me.   Cleansing my soul.  Tilting my head bac, I allowed it to cascade down my face, blending with the trails of tears that I could now, finally let flow.  It wasn't a sadness.  It was a release.  Of so much pressure.  So much that was wrong.  I was letting all the bottled up pain wash away from me. 

My body felt like mine again.  I cupped my breasts, and let beads of water beat against my nipples, hardening them.  I started to massage them both, sending waves of excitement all over my body.  Tingles of temptation that only Gina could fulfill.  But, she wasn't here.  It was just me, and this urge I have....to be satisfied.  I closed my eyes, and started at my face.  washing, and massaging.  Waking up every sense I had in my face.  Moving down to my neck, and shoulders.  I reached up to take the shower head, and aim the jet spray of water between my legs, by lifting one leg up, and open.  Mmmm.  Nice.  My clit throbbed, against the impact.  Didn't take long to arouse my own self.  I rinsed off, stepped out the shower, and dried off.  I was really wanting her now.  My nipples were calling her name, as was my pussy.  I ran my hands all down my body, remembering so many times, before we even dried off, we were kissing, and licking each other.  She never waited til I dried off.  She even would take me in the shower, or just as I stepped out.  We would have to just say 'time out' to get some sleep.  The tingling all over me, was calling me. 

I made sure the place was locked up, and headed for bed.  There, in my own pace, and for my own pleasure, I made love to myself.  I called out my own name, as I came.  Feeling Gina's hands on me with my eyes closed, I did things that I knew she loved to do to me.  I'm not sure how long I unleashed this need of mine, but I do know, my body missed me.  Missed my fingers, my hands.  My command.  I lay motionless, as sleep called me.  Felt so serene, that I just drifted off......

Is that you? You're home early.  I hadn't quite packed, but if you will just give me a few minutes, I will have all of my bags put in the car, and we can be ready to go.  I made sure all the bills were paid up through next month. That will give you time to get situated.  The food will run out by the end of next week, and you will have to grocery shop.  I know you hate that, but you gonna have to get used to it.  The storage number is on the front of the phone book.  What else?  "I guess you thought of everything....except why you're leaving..."

She slammed her pocketbook down on the kitchen table, sat down, and exhaled.  I'm sitting on the sofa, flipping through the Ebony magazine. trying not to incite another fight.  One of many we've had lately.  It must be something in the air.  She swears it's me.  Saying I'm going through the change of life.  And, I'm saying she is too easily influenced by those people who want her to be just like they are.  And, where are they?  Stuck.  In hopeless marriages, and situations even they don't wanna be in.  Every one of them are cheating on their lovers.  Not one can say that they are really happy.  She had one friend, who distanced herself from them all, when her partner saw her friends coming in between their affair.  At least someone could break away.  But, can I get her to see it?  No.  She convinced it's me.  And,I'm convinced  that if she wants to be with them, I won't stop her. 

"What do you want from me?  I told you it's not about you.  It's me.  My friends did not influence this decision; no one tells me what to do.  I am my own person.  We have been together for a long time, Baby.  We practically have grown into each other's life...space.  You and me--we seem to be so close, but we're beginning to get on each other's nerves.  You don't like my friends.  The ones we both have partied with, and hung out with.  You are too suspicious of where I am when I'm not around you.  You accuse me of cheating, constantly.  You're paranoid; thinking everything wrong in my life has something to do with you.  When I 'do' get home, I come to you, attempting to find a little loving and understanding from my woman...and what do you do?  Question me.  I can't take it anymore.  And, it's not because I don't love you, because I really do.  We need space...."   Her voice breaks, in tears.  I walk over to hold her, and she pushes me away.  "Baby, can you give us one more chance at love. 

Lets work on this.  We both wanted the same things once.  We can get there again.  I know my temper gets the best of me, as well as my jealousy.  But don't we have a foundation, something to work forward to...plans?"  She just looked at me, while I was pouring my heart out.  Looking right through me, to whatever was ahead of her, once she closed that door, for the last time.  I knew she wasn't coming back.  I got this feeling in my gut.  This knot.  That says it's over. 

She gets up, goes into the bathroom, and slams the door.  I wanna follow her, but I don't, knowing.....it's no use.  Realistically speaking, you can love someone all you want; you can give them all of you, hoping that your efforts are conducive to something that will last.  But, we live our lives moments at a time, frame after frame.  The pictures change, just as our intentions do---right before our eyes.  Sure, I had faults.  We all do.  When people say love, do they really know what they are saying?  Some only say it because it sounds sexy, and because you think it's the means to get what you want out of that person.  We made our rules in the beginning.  We made our mutual existence...favoring what each other wanted in a companion.  But, over the course of time, we grew in different directions.  I guess you only need someone as far as you're supposed to go with each other.  Is that a bad thing?  No.  Love shared...is never bad.  It's a learning experience.  It's growth.  It's pain.  It's life. 

Who can say they have went through life, not having felt any pain.  It's almost impossible. 
She is in there, crying, I know.  Crying because she knows she hurt me.  I know her.  But, what she don't know is..."I will be alright"  But, will she?  She is too quick to slam a door, yell, "Leave me alone"  We both have to learn to work on our tempers.  And learn to trust each other if we ever want to have anything...whether it's together, or with someone else. 

"It's time to go, you about ready" she said.  She came out the bathroom...hurrying past me, so I wouldn't know she was crying.  I heard her sniffling.  'Yeah, if you are.  I wish you the best.  I hope things can work out for us...  and I think this will help both of us.'  "But, you know I love you.  I just need some time.  Some space.  I need to breathe.  Can you give me that?  For once, trust me..."   She grabbed me, as I opened the door, and kissed me.  I offered a light kiss, and we left....

With mornings' first light, I jump out of bed, going to the bathroom. I'm still high from the night before.  I shouldn't have drank all that wine. But I had the best time, and I accomplished what I set out to do. She is in my bed this morning, not hers. I had been asking her for weeks to spend the night with me,   and we agreed--well, she mostly stated that we should take it slow. Get to know one another. It was kinda unfair, because I knew so much about her. Things she liked. Music that made her sooo comfortable. The Blues ..Yes. We went to this Jazz Club, had a lovely conversation. She loves to talk, and I love to listen.

We talked about how the blue made her feel; how she could get lost in the music, even if the words didn't do it. It kinda quieted the part of her that was constantly anxious. It really helped when she found out that I, too, loved the Blues. Bobby Blue Bland, Billie Holiday, Coco Brown, and my all time favorite song, At Last. Etta James finest, as far as I'm concerned. I could see her personality in some of the more vamp artists. I could tell, because between sets, when they played the songs, she was moving to the beat, like she wanted to cut a step. And I remember talking to her before work, and the blues would be playing, almost like it was her breakfast. Anyway, we talked, and talked..and talked. The thing that I remember her telling me was,"I give my love toooo freely and I am usually the one who gets hurt, but I have to FEEL , so I don't ever hide the way I'm feeling", and I knew then, it would be cold hearted to attempt to take advantage of her. She is already loving, why not allow her time to come to me, if she really was feeling anything for me.  I think her eyes lit up the most when we talked about her writing. Oh my God...she loves writing!  We sat out in front of her house, talking about how she views poetry, and some of her favorite works.

"Its the passion that lingers between the parted lips of a kiss. It is the warm embrace that makes your heart race. It is the sweet reminder that I am the seeker, and you are the finder in that moment between parted lips. It is then you can capture the true heat of RAPTURE " I will never forget those words, and how her eyes twinkled when she said those words to me. And the smile afterwards. It was more than a good feeling, it was warmth flowing from her to me. She actually was sharing herself. We enjoyed a few silent moments, before I finally broke the silence with, 'I have this great bottle of wine at my place; would you like to go over for a while, and share a glass with me. I will take you home whenever you're ready to go. I promise. No funny stuff'... And, honestly, at that moment, I really didn't want to sacrifice that beautiful evening with assuming we were going to do something both of us weren't ready for. Lucky for me, she said "Sure, I trust you, JA" WOW. Chills run through my body. started the car, and old school was playing on the radio. How cool can that be? LOL. I'm smiling to myself, as I drive to my house. We get there, and I know she wondering what is going to happen, once she gets inside; wondering is this monster gonna come out, or if I'm gonna try to change her mind. But, I believe that anything you want, or that's meant to happen, WILL HAPPEN. So, I'm cool. I open the door, and she steps in before me. I always keep things immaculate, because I never know when someone might drop by, and of course, because I know she is a neat freak. If she saw one thing out of place, she might think I'm a slacker. And, I know you only get one chance to impress someone. And mine is tonight. I sit down on the sofa for a moment to ask her if she's comfy, and what does she think. She simply says, "It's cozy. I like it." I hand her the remote, and ask if she wants to watch TV, reminding her that I know she loves CSI, Forensics FIles, and anything like Court TV. She says no. What am doing wrong,
I think. Music. You wanna listen to music? Ok. So, I turn on some easy listening old school, since that's what I listen to all the time. And exit to the kitchen to get some glasses, and that nice bottle of chilled wine. Actually, I always keep two. One for me, and one for that occasion. HA! Smart me. I come back with the glasses in tow, the wine, and she has taken her shoes off, and laid back on the sofa, listening to the music. I can see her head, and her feet moving, so I know she isn't sleep. We drink the first glass, after toasting to a long friendship. And, it's smooth sailing from then on. Time passed, and we had finished the whole bottle, talking, and laughing, and mostly, me watching her enjoy herself. I could tell she was getting high, because she asked me to dance with her. Of course I said yes! We played around mostly, while she showed me her famous two-step. LOL. I mostly giggled, and watched her dance. Then, we shared a slow dance. WOW. Very slow, very sensual. She was soo warm, and smelled soooo good. We held each other for moments. And I would be lying my ass off, if I said I didn't want to make love to her at that very moment. But, I allowed the feeling to soothe me, relax me. I wanted to mellow out, and make her so comfortable with me, that if she wanted to give me anything, she would. And, I certainly was gonna take it. So. I kinda did something even I would have been proud of, even if it wasn't in my character. I whispered in her ear, 'Now, you have trusted me this far, and I haven't broken my character. It's up to you...if you don't want to go home, you can spend the night with me. We can just sleep. I promise. I'm tired anyway, and it would be an honor to hold you in my arms tonight. What you think about that?' Silence. It seemed like the music faded behind the mood, and waiting for what was coming out of her mouth next. I could feel her breathing softly. At least she wasn't pulling away. "Ok, but I want the right side of the bed. And I'm taking you at your word. No funny stuff." "What am I
gonna sleep in?" I'm thinking, NOTHING. LOL. But, I don't dare let it slip from my lips. 'I have alot of over sized nightshirts; take your pick.' I took her hands from around my waist, stepped back a bit from her....and kissed her. Never saying a word.

And I showed her to the bathroom, so she could shower first, while I got a shirt for her, and placed it on the bathroom doorknob. While she showered, I washed the glasses, and checked the doors, and turned the radio on low. I know she don't like noise when she sleeps, but I love waking up hearing music. She same out, and got in bed, and I went into the bathroom. A thousand thoughts flashed through my mind while I was in there. Would I go back in the room, and she be naked, waiting for me, would she be gone, or ..... I didn't wanna think anymore. So, I went in, and she was sleep. LMAO.

Now one might think that this would have led to a wonderful night of sex. But, it didn't. I know you see I said I had her in my bed. But we only slept, and held each other.
Yes, just to sleep. That's all I wanted tonight.

**A Mashito Exercise.  Sensitive Subject Matter**

kill em all!  kill em all! kill em all!.....

I screamed, as I slammed my fist on the table.  Icy stares from frightened reporters only fueled my rage.  I smiled.  Rolled my neck around in a circular motion.  Licked my lips, slowly, and began to speak...

WTF you looking at?  I'm gonna tell you this...one time.  And, one time only.  So, listen closely!   After this, if you feel the need to fry me, then go ahead.  My soul is too cold to even fucking care. 

I died inside the day they took my sister away.  Moms worked like a fucking dog.  Sorry ass father was no where around.  Bastard never showed up.  One sorry ass nigga after another...wanting me to call him dad.  He fucking my moms, and while she at work, he fucking my little sister. Dared us to tell.  We helpless.  If we told, the state would take us away.  Separate us.  I had to hold my little sister at night, after they went to bed.  Listened,  while he fucked her.    She moaning, and groaning.  "Fuck me Daddy"  I still hear her.  And, it drove me wild.  Becuz while he fucking my moms, I'm holding Tasha, wiping her tears.  Taking my shirt, wiping the blood from her torn clothes.  Afraid to touch her.  Afraid to let her sleep alone.  Every fucking night, almost...he took her.  She wasn't even developed.  Her body shook, in my arms.  She would fall asleep in my arms, finally, after crying for hours.  Her little body jumping in her sleep.  I couldn't sleep. (holding my head, grimacing...) I was only fifteen.  But, I promised her, I would take care of it. 

In school, I stayed close to her.  If someone touched her, I would beat them up.  I learned to street fight, so I could protect her.  I was flunking out of school.  My moms was too blind to see what the fukka was doing.  Blinded by that love shyt, that dick.  I can still hear Tasha saying, 'He hurt me, he hurt me.  Please make him stop.  Why won't mommy help me?  I'm so tired...' 

I would dream of her words, haunting me.  To ease my own pain, I started drinking.  I stole liquor from my mom's stash.  I would steal from my friends house.  My habit became worse.  At a friend's house one night, and they left me there alone, while they went to the store.  I knew where the stash was.  I went to get it.  There was a loaded gun right there.  I took it.  I thought about my sister.  I decided, I was gonna make it right for her.  He wouldn't touch her again.  I put the gun in my pocket, and headed home.  Running.

I only reached the end of the street.  I stopped.  Something in me panicked.  I started running towards the house.  What was wrong.  Something was wrong.  I just knew it.  I opened the door.  My moms was at work.  As usual.  An eerie silence.  I could hear my own heart beating, as fast as my feet were running.  I went to my room, opened the door. Tasha.  She was sitting there.  Bloodied.  Hair full of blood.  Snot running down her face.  A thousand tears on her moistened face, and clothes.  She was shaking.  I lost it. 

I took my gun out of my pocket, and ran to my mothers room.  I knew he had done it this time.  He went to far...  I pushed the door open.  "what the hell have you done to my sister?  Tell me, mutha fukka!  Tell me now, so I can send you to Hell!"  He looked at me, and smiled.  He laughed, actually.  I can still hear that laugh.  "I gave the little bitch what she was gonna get anyway.  She was hot, anyway. Mammy never looked after her properly.  Left her with all these different men.  She know men is dogs, anyway.  I just got to her first.  She tasted like fresh eggs, right outta the hen house.  (sucking his teeth) Kinda tasty.  But you see, she needed to be broke in....before some no good bastard gets a hold to her.  Best if she get it from someone who knows her.  I helped raise her.  So, I'm entitled to some of that.  She took this dick, too.  I think she loved it.  what you think?  See, I thought tonight would be a good time to introduce her to a little back door action, you see.  (sucking his teeth)Only she was a little pouting, acting like it hurt.  Kinda split her up a little.  She'll heal.  They always do.   I think you need a little of this sweet dick, too.  What you say?'  I was frozen.  Looking at him in horror, as he talked.  Unable to speak. 

I reached in my pocket, to get the gun. He was gonna die.  He would never touch my Tasha again.  or me.  I would take her, and run away.  Moms never loved us.  If she did, she wouldn't leave us with this monster.  She never saw through him.  She never saw through any man who she left us with.  They always treated us mean.

I tried to pull the trigger, and he snatched the gun.  He took it, and smacked me with it.  I told him he would never get away with it.  He laughed in my face, and said he would.....because he would frame me.  And, he did.  I served seven years, in detention halls; received years of counseling, and was registered as a sex offender.  And, I never assaulted anyone.  I got out, and did odd jobs.  Changed my name.  My identity.  Moved around alot.  Everywhere I went, I came across the same shyt I was running from.  Mothers leaving their daughters with men they hardly knew.

NEVER LEAVE YOUR CHILDREN AT HOME WITH STRANGERS!  I slammed my fists on the interview table.  (the guard quickly grabbed me)Helpless little girls, (sniffing)at the mercy of dirty men.  Sexual predators.  Demons.  And, I vowed to kill EVERY ONE!  Each time I killed one, my little sister would clap for me.  Like she did before it all started.  She was happy.  We had good times.  Today, she in a mental institution.  Rotting away.  Don't know nobody.  No one can touch her.  But me.  It pains me to visit her.  When I get ready to leave, she fights me, to stay with her.  So he won't fuck her again.  I still hear her screams.  Still feel her holding me so tight.  (grabbing my head...with both hands)  Still smell the blood on her hands, as she held me tight...so many nights.  And, I see my moms...Didn't even have a clue.  Never knew that the man she was fucking, was fucking her own daughter.

kill em all  kill em all  kill em all.....

There you have it.  Why I kill.  Why I will not stop....until Tasha stops crying in my ear.  Until she is whole again.  Until I know no child will be molested by some no good mutha fukka.  Revenge for my Tasha.  (Sniffing, through tears...)    Revenge for her innocence.  Stolen,  Savagely ripped from her.  I had to let myself be convicted, so she could be taken from my moms.  Her bloodied body.  I can still see it.  When they took her away. 

My moms got strung out on crack.  thanks to some dealer.  Some do good er, who wanted to help her get Tasha back.  So you see...my life is over.  I have nothing else to live for. 

I will kill, until I am killed. 

If you a good daddy, be a good daddy.  To your kids, and anyone's kids.  Children don't ask to be here.  They don't ask for the pain we bastards inflict on them. 

OH MY GOD....What the fukk are you doing here?  While my body is wanting to finish it, I immediately get up out the bed, and start raising hell!  How could this have happened?  How long have you been planning this?  You know I told you this couldn't happen again.  It's over.  I'm in love with Lucy, you know that.  When I caught you in our bed together with the one person I despise, you knew what the handwriting on the wall was saying to you.  Get the fukk off me!

Your ass was caught red-handed, and you think I'm supposed to forgive that?  Wanting to fukk the bytch that has an axe to grind with me...you out of your fukkin mind.  I asked your ass did you have any skeletons in your closet, because I have been through too much shyt in my life to be looking over my shoulders at some dizzy, still wet behind the ears, three sheets in the wind alcoholic bytch who thinks she can  have anyone she wants because she got a nice shape, and a little money that her parents left her.  So what if she got money, does she have class, respect for those of us who have to work, and struggle?  How the fukk you think I feel, fucking behind her?

She doesn't say anything.  Only gets up, and sits on the side of the bed, while I'm up in the middle of the floor, naked, cussing my ass off.   I forgot that I'm naked, and I know she just sitting there staring at my tit's bouncing up and down.  She used to always tell me, it turned her on when I was mad.  I know she watching my hard nipples jiggle.  I find my blouse and put it on.  'How in the fuck could you know I was gonna meet you here.  This was supposed to be my Baby's Valentine gift.  Now you ruined it.  OOOhhhhh, I know what you did.  You nasty, you know that...you went in my desk, and looked in my planner.  You knew the perfume she wears, and you bought it.  You planned this, deliberately.  That's so wrong.  I was easy prey.  You  were on cloud nine, thinking you were gonna fuck me again..especially after I told you I'd never touch you again.  You promised me that it didn't matter that I was a little overweight. 

You said you liked big girls.  And, I believed you.  I went with  you to your friends house a few times, until I overheard two of them talking one day.  Yeah, bytch--your friends gave you away. They were saying, there she goes again, "thunder thighs, blubber butt, big girl...", and they were laughing hysterically.  I read between the lines, you know.  I'm not so stupid that I didn't know they were talking about me.  Especially since one said, "I don't know.  I'd like to hit that from behind.  Knock some sparks from it one time..Bam Bam Bam.   Especially since she such a good housekeeper."  And, I knew then that you were beating around the bush with me, because I was the only one who would clean your apartment, cook for you, wash and press your clothes, and make sure you had money in your pocket. 

I understood where you came from, having to take care of your siblings because your father was absent, and your mother was strung out on drugs.  I know what it is to scrape for everything you have, and I didn't have a silver spoon in my mouth.  I worked for everything I got.  I'm a big girl because I eat at odd times, I worked at odd times.  I functioned on a few hours of sleep each night, and whenever I could rest, during the day.  And, I ate on the run.  But I was raised right, and I coulda made your ass a great wife, but nawwww, you always treated me like a distant lover, around your family, and around your friends.  Then you had the nerve to beat around the bush about me moving out.  Hell, I left.  Fuck that.  Now where your apartment at, who was really taking care of it?

Now, I'm with Lucy, and your ass wanna come crawling back.  I even helped you when you was was down on your luck, making you my personal assistant, giving you a hand, when those trifling bastard of friends distanced themselves from you.  Now you all up in my face again.  Why?  I'm the same big bytch you were so ashamed of, the one you would talk to late at night.  Calling me over for sex, and making sure I was gone by morning.  What's up...shyt got ragged, huh?  And where that skinny bytch at now?

I would advise you..to forget this ever happened.  Do not say a word to me.  I don't wanna hear it.  And, hope Lucy don't find out, or that's your ass!  You hear me?  That is to be the last taste of this sweet pussy you will ever, I mean, EVER taste.  So savor it.  I'm so mad at you right now, I could kill you. 

I watched, as she picked up her clothes, and walked into the bathroom, tears streaming down her face.....  I sat on the bed, fearing Lucy would never believe this shyt. 

A knock on the door.  It opens.  It's Lucy.  She has a bouquet of roses in her hands.  "Happy Valentines Day, baby."  She kisses me. 

 "You supposed to be in bed, blindfolded, and naked.  What's up.....  Why is the shower running....."
   

Caught up in this trilogy of passionate pleasure, that neither of us could contain, we lustfully made moves on each other that I never seen, ones I will always remember.  I'm being poked, and stroked so hard, spasms overcome my frame.  I can feel cumm just flowing out of me down onto Mistress' legs.  Onto the sheets beneath us.  She never misses a beat.  Looking at Stormie's eyes roll back in her head, as she rides Mistress' tongue excites me more.  I become more turned on.  "come kiss me littlegirl,"  she says, through shallow ed breaths.  I steady my strokes and take her tongue in my mouth, dancing, as if to some fast beat of a rhythm neither of us could gauge.   You could smell feminine juices in the air; the smell scurrying me further into sexual oblivion.  Every part of my body was spent, tired, and yet hungering for what might be a once in a lifetime experience.  Stormie goes from my mouth to my breasts, sucking my nipples until they were so sore, the pain almost numbed them.  But, I was determined to
hang in there til the end. Stormie is kissing me.  I feel another nut coming on.  I start bucking wildly, against Mistress, and she, too explodes.....letting out a loud OOOOOHHHH.  We are sweating, and wet as Hell.  We all kinda fall back on the bed, spent.  But, I know this is far from over.  We all kiss each other, for minutes, every place there is to be kiss.  Stormie settles between my legs to lick up the moisture.  I wrap my legs around her waist while she eats me like a maniac.  Things heat up again, and this time, I get to watch the Mistresses go at each other. 
Not knowing which one is more aggressive gets a rise out of me, and I sit watching them kiss, while caressing my tingly nipples.  Anyway this turns out, will satisfy me.  This is better than a movie.  I get the uncut version.  Stormie suggests to Mistress that she needs to mount her.  No protesting from Mistress as Stormie reaches for her weapon of choice, a 10 inches of dark, thick 'do right'.   As she strokes it,  she positions Mistress so she can enter her behind.  Mistress is on her knees with her pretty ass facing Stormie, taunting her.  "come get what you been wanting all this time.  Cuz when you're through, I'm gonna fuck you.  Just like you like it.  You hear me.  I'm gonna tear your ass up!  Come on.  What you waiting for.  Take this pussy, and make it yo...."   Before she could say 'yours', Stormie had rammed her dick up in Mistress, causing Mistress to grimace in either pain, or surprise.  She gripped the sheets, and let out a loud groan, followed by a series of "shyt, fucks, and Damn that feels
goods"  The force with which she entered Mistress made my clit almost jump out of it's skin.  My own nipples hardened, as I sat..watching Stormie fuck the woman who, to me, reigns as the most dominant woman I have ever met.  But, I guess to each other, they are equal, and anything goes.  I watched as Stormie sweat ed, as she vigorously pounded Mistress pussy.....thrusting....counting as she went in and out.  Telling her how many times it was gonna take until she came exploding on the head of her dick. 
ONE....You like this...tell me you like it....Tell me you can feel this....Damn, I love this shyt
TWO....You want more...I can feel you tightening up for me....Talk to me....I can't hear you babygirl...
(a deep thrust that pushes Mistress forward to the headboard....)(Damn, I felt that!)
THREE...What's your problem, littleone...You hear me talking to you...You like my dick...Huh...tel me how much....
I scream out, as I'm cumming just from watching them go at it.  I lick my sticky fingers, and rub my juices on my breasts, still watching the action, refusing to take my eyes off this shyt.  "Babygirl, you enjoying this?" she asks me, looking at my creamy mound, and watching me splash in and out of it.  "You know I'm loving this, right..."she says, licking Mistress ass, and smacking it.  I become more turned on each time she smacks her ass. 
FOUR, FIVE AND SIX.....three fierce thrusts come together, causing Mistress to raise up from her kneeling position.  "storm, I'm loving this.  But, I'm gonna fuck you, too.  So get all of it you want.  You will be my bytch tonight. Yessssss, Ohh Hell Yesssssssss"   I'm gonna make you scream, I love you, like I'm your god. 
SEVEN, EIGHT.....Stormie is pulling her body to her, by her hair, pushing her legs apart,so she can go deeper in... They meet thrust for thrust for what seemed like an hour,or so...but was only about 15 minutes.  Until you could see Stormie wa tiring, and Mistress was still throwing her body back to Stormie.  Suddenly , Stromie got a second wind, and .....
NINE, TEN, ELEVEN...these strokes were all so rough that even Stormie grunted....'Umm..ughhhh...unnnhhhhhh..yes...Take it....'  They were so caught up, that I don't think Mistress noticed Stormie had withdrew her dick, and was rubbing her clit with it..Wet as Hell,it was...as Stormie positioned herself closer to Mistress body, and entered her ass, unannounced.  I felt my own ass tightening up, cuz I knew it had to hurt.  She let loose a loud yell, then started bucking back to stormie, like a champ.  Damn.  "Come here, Joyce.  I need something in my mouth," Mistress said to me.  'how do you want me, Baby...where?'  "I want you in the same position that I'm in...Do that for me..."  I couldn't resist.  I got on the bed in front of her, and she began eating me as soon as she saw my dripping cunt, throbbing against her mouth.  My body started shivering, as I came in seconds...and she was licking it all up. her tongue found my asshole, and she buried it so deep, I yelled out, "I love you..."  Her tongue made
circles around my wet hole, back, and forth, as she was being fucked by Stormie.  For every time Storm hit her, she dug into me deeper, until Stormie held her so close to her, by the back of her head, and came inside her.  And, I came in Mistress mouth for the second time.   They fell onto the bed, breathing in short gasps, and water rolling off their bodies.  We lay there, drained.  But, I knew it wasn't over yet..........

Soon enough Mistress would have her turn with Stormie.  I no longer wanted to watch.  I wanted to be in this, so I went over to the bed, and started sucking Mistress tit-ty while she fucked Stormie.  Stormie's ass looked so sweet from behind, as she gave Mistress a rhythm that sent both of them into some kind of tailspin.  Mistress told Stormie to stand up on the side of the bed, and told me to slide to the edge of the bed, and open my legs while Stormie bent over to finger fuck me.  When she bent over, Mistress rammed her dick into Stormie, and we all felt the impact. "Damn You Mistress!." Stormie yelled.   Damn you cuz that shyt feels so good...make me love it!  She took that dick like a champ, a Mistress leaned into her back with each blow...Sloshing  sounds could be heard loudly in the room, amid grunts from us all. 

If anyone were in earshot, they would have gotten off on the simultaneous orgasms that were going on up in that room.  We all layed on the bed, holding each other.  Mistress in the middle.  Wet, sticky bodies.... I wanted this moment to lat forever.....

"Joyce, come clean me up.  You're the reason we have such a mess here.  Are you satisfied, Mami?  From now on, you two belong  only to me, and each other.  Don't ever forget it.  I love you both."  We both nodded in agreement, while rubbing on each others bodies, and smiling.....   "I'm looking forward to the next time.....   Now, I have to get some sleep for the long drive back home..." 

It was days later before I heard from her again.  This lady who did something no other person has ever done to me.  Forcibly took my body.  No foreplay.  Nothing.  I was at the grocery store when my cell rang, and it was her.   "Hello Sexy....how are you?"  I smiled.  Fine, and yourself.  "Did I catch you at a bad time?"  No... I'm at the store picking up a few things.  What's up?  I hope everything is fine with you...  "Yes, it is; can't complain...can't complain"   Good.  "What are your plans for the evening.  I was wondering if you'd like to come over for dinner.  Nothing formal...Just a meal.  Just bring yourself".  I said sure before I knew it.  LOL.  I would finally get some alone time with this woman who had taken over my mind, as of late.  "1749 Virginia Ave.  Think you can find that?"  Oh yes, been through there a couple of times.  "Ok..I'll be waiting on you".  And she hung up.
I know she knows I'm so excited about seeing her.  She has this way with me.  I know she knows I enjoy spending time with her.  I'm thinking of that night, as I take my items to the register.  Smiling in the checkout line.  I hope they don't think I'm nuts.  Walking out to the car, my mind began to wonder if Stormie would be there.  I know Mistress said the next time, we all would meet up...  I hope she is..I think.  LOL.  Last time, I'm telling you--it was WILD.  I loved the way Mistress subtly seduced my mind into the room, and how she took over my will.  Makes me wonder what else I would submit to.....  And what was Stormie doing while she was sexxing me?  Was she enjoying it...was she waiting her turn..was she ordered to watch...all questions I'd really like her to answer for me.  I'm guessing that Mistress always breaks in the new meat herself. 
It seemed like I got home in record time.  I was thinking what to wear, what was gonna happen, and what if it was more than I could handle....  What will I wear?  What's her favorite color.  Look at me--thinking too much.  Ok..I'm just going basic.  Nothing too loud, too revealing...just a soft expression of my pleasure in being in the company of these two beauties.
According to the address she gave me, she is about a 15 minute drive from me, so I gotta get moving.  6:42p.m.  Ok..  I lotion my body really well, and decide against anything too fitting...so this nice beige blouse, and slacks will do, along with my new sandals I got the past weekend.  I pin my hair up, check me one more time..and I'm out the door.  Adventure awaits. 
I turn onto the street.  1743..1745..1747....hmmm nice houses.  1749. Yes, this it it.  I pull up, and sit there for a moment.  taking several deep breaths.  Whatever this is.....I'm running to it, and not away from it.  It's a kind of thrill that I can't explain; how someone can bring out parts of you that others can't.  Probably comes from a willingness to explore, without inhibitions.  Everyone don't have it.  Some like to live their lives structured, and "regular", like the Cosby's.  I think I have a lil streak of curiosity, combined with a desire for a thrill or two.  Not anything too harsh.  Just enough to get the fires in  my soul heated, and make me feel like I'm really alive.  Is that asking too much?  Nawww.
Making sure my keys are in my pockets, I lock the car door, and head to the house.  I reach the top step, and I can hear music.  Sounds like The Isleys, "What Would You Do"  One of my favorites....  I ring the door bell.  I'm singing the words, as I hear footsteps coming towards the door. 

I check me out one more time...  The door opens.  My heart almost stops.  It's Stormie.  Temporarily caught up in feelings...I don't know what to think..to say.  She simply smiles.  And, it melts me.  Hiii. I stuttered.  "Hi".  She was laughing at my awkwardness, as she invited me in.  She could see my shyness.  Even though I knew  that it was a possibility that she would be here, I'm still kinda shocked.  She led me into a large living room area, and, in amazement, I look around me at the nice pictures on the walls.  I was trying not to make eye contact with Stormie until I was more comfortable.  "Have a seat.  Can I get you something to drink?" she asked so sweetly.  Just a gin, please.  A Slow gin.  I'm not even sure what to expect beyond this moment, but I settle into whatever presents itself.  I hear footsteps coming...  "Hello, Mami.  I see you made it.   Welcome to my home.  Make yourself comfortable.  Did Stormie offer you a drink?"   Yes.  "Good.  She's a good girl.  Very good."  I smile, bashfully.  She sits across from me, looking me over....with her inviting eyes.  I feel her thoughts, again.  Wonder what she got up her sleeve....  Stormie comes back in with three drinks, and we toast the evening.  "Let's eat.  Dinner, that is.  LOL," Mistress says.  They get their drinks and take them to the table, and I follow them.  During dinner, we talk very little.  Occasionally exchanging glances, or subtle smiles.  I could tell something was going on.  I finish first, and offer my compliments to the cook.  "Well, you have Stormie to thank for this delicious meal.  Wouldn't you like to thank her properly?"   Her words caught me off guard.  I couldn't speak.  I could see them, smiling at me, aware of my shyness.  But, still waiting for an answer. Yes, I think I should.  'Stormie, that was a wonderful meal'. 
"Now I know you can do better than that, come on now...", Stormie said to me, with a lustful grin.  Now, it's my chance.  To roll with the big dawgs, or stay on the porch.  So, I get up from my chair, walk over to her.  Nervous as Hell.  I look into her eyes, and without saying a word, kiss her, gently on the lips.  Twice.  Smiled, and went back to my seat.  Mistress has an approving smile on her face. I shun eye contact with Stormie until I know I can handle not blushing.  But, I think they know I am anyway.  When I finally make eye contact with Stormie, she winks at me.  We exchange idle chatter for a few minutes, until Mistress gets up, and starts walking towards the back of the house, motioning us to follow her.  I am filled with so much excitement, and nervousness that I stumble over my own feet. It was nothing else there.  LOL.  Clumsy me.  I followed them down a long hall, leading into a bedroom to die for.  A king size bed is the first thing I notice.  Lights dimly lit.  Music...Jazz playing.  The
smell of incense in the air.  I'm standing there, afraid to move, as Stormie jumps on the bed, playfully, and invites me.  I smile shyly.  Take several deep breaths, before joining her. I sit on the side of the bed.  She is laying there all comfortable, like she at home.  Or been there before.  Of course she has.  She was here when I got here.  I'm aware they've known each other for a while, and they seem so comfortable with each other. 
She is lying there, looking sexy as I don't know what, and she is watching me be shy, laughing.  "Come here, littlegirl", she whispers to me.  "I won't bite, unless you want me to.  Let's see what we can do about you being so bashful around us.  We're just one big family.  We share everything."  I'm just exhaling trying to be a big girl.  While inside, whewwwww.  I slide over to where she is, and she pulls me to her, and kisses me deeply. Her warm tongue sending me into instant overdrive.  Like turning on the fire on a torch.  Her body is so warm pressed against mine, and I become so lost in kissing her, that I don't notice Mistress has came back in the room.  I hear her clearing her throat, and saying, "Don't stop"   And we don't.  "I'm going to get some drinks for us, while you two get more comfy.  Wouldn't you like to shower together..."  Wow.  The Mistress don't hold nothing back.  She is handling this thing...LOL.   "Yes, littleone, let's go get wet."  Alrighty then.  That's me, sounding like I did this before.  SMH.  Stormie rises to her feet, takes me by my hand, and leads me into the bathroom, turns on the water, and starts to let her clothes fall.  Piece by piece.  Now.  It's time for me to tell you, I'm blown the fuck away!  It's like I'm mentally pinching myself, trying to figure out ..'how did  get here' ...'is this really happening to me'... A thousand thoughts cloud my mind.  But, I'm handling it.  I let my clothes fall to the floor, too.  WHile Stormie is setting the water temperature, I get this close up view of her body.  You know the view that we always wish we could get when seeing a fine woman in public, all dressed up.....  Well, I'm getting that view!  And, damnnnnnnnn!   She steps in, motions for me to join her.  I waste no time, because by now my drink is kicking in,making me a little more loose, and I'm feeling her.  She makes it look sooo easy.  And, of course I wanna be like her when I grow up.  We gravitate to each other, kissing again, while the water runs over our bodies.  The steam
is also enhancing  these rippling emotions.  I'm ready to be fucked. Plain and simple.  And, I don't care what they do to me.  We wash each other's bodies, and fondle, and kiss, and stuff, for moments before rinsing off, and stepping out of the shower together.  She grabs my left breast, and starts sucking it.  and I'm left ooohing, and aaahhing like a virgin, on her honeymoon.  I feel like a virgin, among two reputed experts of pleasure.  I'm the inductee..the student.  So to speak.  She is sucking my nipple, as her finger finds my clit, and she begins to massage it, roughly. I offer no resistance, and am caught up in a daze of excitement.  Breathing hard, and instantly cumming on her fingers.  DAMN.  She moans, and bends to her knees, and parts my legs to inspect things.  I lean back against the sink,as she goes in with her tongue to inspect closer, to assess the damage, and do a thorough investigation of the crime scene.  She takes her time, sucking on my clit, and fingering me, until I come again.  My
legs are weakening under me.   'I want to taste you, too', I mutter.  "And you will, babygirl, believe me--before tonight is over, you will do more than taste me.  And you will love every minute of it".  I manage to regain my composure as we prepare to go back into the bedroom.

When we walk back into the bedroom, Mistress is sprawled out on the bed, laying against pillows, under her head.  And she is strapped.  Damn is she strapped!  That big black dick is jus waving back and forth becoming to us.  She motions us with her index finger.  "Let's play.  Who wants to ride first?  I got a place for both of you to sit, so come on, don't be stingy.  She is holding her strap in her hands, rubbing it, as she nods for me to come sit on it. She licks her tongue out at Stormie.  She gets to ride her face, while I ride her strap.  We both assume our positions after each kissing her all over her body.  The way peasants should worship a Queen.  No words are needed, except for an occasional AHHH, or an MMMM. 

The date is set. Sunday night. 8:30 pm. Sharp. We meet for drinks. The Gaslight Grill. A outdoors restaurant setting. I have only heard about it in the newspapers, and from colleagues.

She is there. Like I knew she would be. I check my make up before I get out. Nervous as Hell. As I'm walking towards the table where she is, she greets me with a sexy wink, and a smile. I sit down. "Hello" Hello. The waiter brings me a glass of white wine, and sits it in front of me. I smile. Thank you. We are seated several rows from the side of the building where the gardens are. The sound water can be heard cascading from the waterfall to our immediate left. Soft music is heard in the background. Sounds like Boney James. I look around me, trying not to be stunned. But in awe. I can tell she is watching me. I'm trying not to seem excited like a schoolgirl. I take a sip of wine.” What are you wearing under your clothes?", she asked. I tried not to look bashful, as I told her, 'only a black bra' "Take it off", she replied. I took it loose, and removed it without saying a word. I placed it in my purse. It's semi-dark, and I could get away with it. So I didn't think it a biggie. She looks at me, and smiles. I smile back. I lift the glass up to my mouth, and drink a swallow. I'm excited, and nervous at the same time.

"Are you afraid of me?", she asked, sternly. "No" Do I appear afraid? I answered her back quickly before she would see I was lying. Then she said,” Show me your breast". I opened my blouse, and showed it to her, with an inviting smile on my face. 'Trying to be a big girl, now', I could hear my conscience whispering to me. She smiled back, and winked again. "I'm going into the bathroom. It's down that hall there. In exactly seven minutes, I want you to join me. I'll be waiting for you.." She blew me a kiss. I was so excited. Maybe she wanted me to come in and share a kiss, finally. I longed to taste her lips, and feel the thrust of her tongue down my throat. She got up, walked away, and every eye in the room seemed to be fixed on her. She was wearing that short ass skirt, and those heels, accentuating those muscular calves, was enough to send me. Whew.... I could see the women, checking their men, and one woman was rolling her eyes in my direction. I laughed. I will be damn; it's not my fault. LOL. I took a couple more swallows of my drink, exhaled a couple times, and got  up to go to the bathroom. Walking back, I could hear the music fading, and the smell of smoke almost stifled me. And it wasn't cigarette smoke, either. As I walked the corridor to the bathroom, an anxious feeling came over me. nervousness, as well as excitement. All the doors were closed, except the last door before you go into the ladies bathroom. No light was on, but I could hear music. Jazz. My senses told me to go in. But, I was at my 7-minute limit. But, I was curious as Hell.

Would I go into the room, or pass it up, to go the bathroom where I was on my way to. Where my date was waiting........Now, don't ask me why I felt the need to know what was beyond the door; why I couldn't just go into the bathroom. Something in that room called out to me. Pulled me. Something I could not explain. In those few seconds, I considered my choices, and I found myself pushing the door slightly open, peeping inside. I was greeted with eeriness, like eyes were staring at me. The feeling was mixed with a kind of sexual excitement, and intrigue. I looked around in the room. There was a clapping sound filling the air. It was coming from my left. "My, My, My. you do possess a certain amount of extrasensory perception.You went with your gut feeling, and not what I asked you to do. Should I be upset. or turned on?" It was Mistress. Standing there, not knowing what to think, I managed a timid smile. Even though I'm afraid, my nipples are hardening, and my clit is throbbing...as I stand there facing her. I now see her silhouette sitting there, against the shadows of the moonlit night, peeping through the window. "Take your clothes off, slowly", she tells me. I begin to remove my blouse first, and she can see my erect nipples exposed. Then I undo my pants, and let them fall to the floor. I step out of them. The lump in my throat, accompanied by my sweaty hands, could be an indication that I'm frightened, or so turned on. At this moment, I couldn't tell you which.

Standing there, I begin to think, 'how did I get here. From a passing glance at the beauty salon, to being here, in this erotically tense situation, behooves me. My attraction has come so time consuming. Everything she asks me to do, I try my best to do it. Never questioning her. Silently craving just a touch, a kiss from her. She was a woman of few words

 Allowing me to interpret her moods, through the few emails we exchanged, and phone conversations that lasted only minutes, before she had to go. When she sent a poem, or a few paragraphs, I knew she was in a good mood, wasn't too tied up, and hopefully thinking about me. When I received only a Smack, or a short message, I knew that she was distracted, and couldn't get away to talk to me. I allowed her to be her; I was just glad to be talking to her. Suddenly, someone from behind me grabbed me, and put something into my mouth, so I could not speak. WTH. Then, I felt myself being pushed onto a bed; my hands grabbed, and cuffed to the bedposts. I'm scared shitless. I couldn't speak, even if my mouth weren't gagged. I'm lying here, on this bed, naked, and chained. So many thoughts are going through my mind. Even if I screamed, no one would hear it. The room feels like a cage, and I feel like an animal. But, my nipples are hard as rocks. I should not be feeling this. I feel a hard smack, on my ass. Before I can react, I feel a dick entering me, roughly. It hurts. I'm being fucked so aggressively, and it is turning me on, even more than I'm afraid. These hands are pulling my hips up to meet the deep strokes of this gigantic penis inside me. I'm losing control, as I start to subconsciously join in thrusting my body back to this body. My pussy is convulsing wildly, as I cumm all over it, and I can feel it running out of me. It's still stabbing me erratically. When, the strokes slow down. But only for seconds, as the pace speeds back up, and I can hear them breathing deeply, and moaning under their voice.

My body quickens once again, as the dick inside me rams me, unmercifully several times, before exiting me. I fall back to the bed, like a lifeless rag, spent. In a delirium of fear, excitement, and ecstasy. The room is spinning. I hear the sound of a match striking. The smell of cherries fills the air. 'I could use one of those', I weakly murmured. Silence. The person came over to me, undid my cuffs, and took the gag out of my mouth, and went back to the corner to sit-in silence. "Did you enjoy that?" the voice spoke. It was Mistress. But, was that her. or someone else? I'm just wondering who fucked me. But I can't speak. I'm too afraid. I don't say a word. I nodded affirmatively. My clit was still swollen, and my nipples were on automatic hard, tonight. They wouldn't go down. "Put your clothes on, and go home. I'll call you later on," she said, as coolly as she did when I arrived. I didn't reply; I just staggered over to where my clothes.put them on, and left......

Author Jakuper

With mornings' first light, I jump out of bed, going to the bathroom.  I'm still high from the night before.  I shouldn't have drank all that wine.  But I had the best time, and I accomplished what I set out to do.   She is in my bed this morning, not hers.  I had been asking her for weeks to spend the night with me,  and we agreed--well, she mostly stated that we should take it slow.  Get to know one another.  It was kinda unfair, because I knew so much about her.  Things she liked.  Music that made her sooo comfortable.  The Blues ..Yes. We went to this Jazz Club, had a lovely conversation.  She loves to talk, and I love to listen.

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