N. . A vigorous Spanish or Latin American dance in triple time, traditionally performed by a man and woman as a courtship ritual She read each word as they appeared on screen. Each one a drop of passion, like a kiss on her open mouth. Helen was alone in her room, dancing with him as he teased, caressed her with whispered promises and lies. She tried to tear her eyes away, to focus, but the lines blurred, the images making her unable to move. She always said no more, I can stop this.

Jennifer left her desk at lunchtime. She did not plan to eat today; rather she wanted to write another story for her lover. She wanted to wander the hallways of her school to let her mind jump with ideas. She had done so many things to him when they were in school together she thought the hallways would kindle memories that would help.

Amanda looked at herself once again, breathing as slowly as she could. She had wanted this, knew that she could do it. The ad was simple, models and actresses wanted. In five seconds after arriving she knew it was not her normal cattle call. This was a porn movie, plain and simple. She was going to turn away, but that little devils voice in her head wanted to stay, at least learn what they did, she said to herself. It will be a learning experience if nothing else. This steeled her resolve for a bit.

She slipped the blindfold off, breathing deeply. She tried to focus but could not understand what she saw. She was everywhere. Each turn of her head she was there, looking back. The room had been transformed. Every wall covered in mirrors. Floor to ceiling, mirrors showing her in every picture. Frames in gilt, wood, metals stared back at her. The sizes were mixed in a random jumble so that each image was a part of the whole.

I wanted to know what he felt, what he saw. I had asked him to describe it to me countless times. How did I look when he fucked me, what images turned him on? With him I was subsumed, a cipher. I no longer wanted to have to think, to be in charge. My life was control in every other way but the times we shared. He would never let me be with him fully so I took the times we had as precious.

She had been so wicked to me. Shed thought that the arousal from her teasing would fire me to want her. In that she was right. But also wrong. I wanted her regardless, now I also wanted to play with her, to bring HER to her knees if I could. We both loved this, this tug of war between hearts and between our legs. I watched her hands tremble beautifully as she reached for the cords she had tied me with. "Dela, you know what I am going to do with you? How I am going to use your body? Can you imagine

Finally, finally a meeting with him. Kathy shook inside a little as she thought about it. He had teased her for so long online. Every detail he teased her with seemed pulled from her mind. Wicked sensual thoughts, dreams she buried deep, almost ashamed at the raw need they exposed. They had talked back and forth, flirtatious sexy banter. Each time he pushed her more, pulled her closer as she did his bidding.

When she came to him it had all been arranged by phone. Discreet and private, he promised he could meet her needs. She wanted a portrait for herself, a picture of how she was now so she would never forget. A nude, but it was to be more, it was a reminder of when she found her own wants surface. A gift from when she finally became herself, not someone elses version. It was to be black and white. She wanted classic but nothing shy, demure. She had worked hard to look good and was willing to show it, and besides she thought, it was always for her to decide who saw it in the future.

I knew when I saw the chair in the resale shop I had to have it. Overlarge, sturdy, padded with faded maroon velvet. It was a Edwardian "ladies lounger", wide enough and reclined slightly so one could read or lay back and sleep while still not laying down as that would be too shocking. The wide padded arms were also perfect. I placed it in my room at home, to read on I said. If only she knew.

She stared at him, pulling back from his hug. She had not said anything else since hello. "I dont understand...what?" "I said use me. Weve talked about it. You know I want to. I want you to just let go. Stop the fucking thinking, the holding back. DONT WORRY ABOUT ME. Just fuck me, or whatever you want to do. I want you too.