Sadly, such a man is not meant for a life of peace and contentment, either mentally or physically. His swollen organ presses into me and I accept it joyously. Verdammt! Responsibility is the price of control. This time it is too much. The zipper of his motorcycle jacket is cold and rough against my thin t-shirt, but none of that is important. I react just as I have always reacted to the feel of a knife on my flesh: the pain combines with that thrill of pleasure deep inside, and I must suppress the urge to catch my breath and arch my back in automatic reaction. Quite the opposite, in fact.”
He opens his mouth, as if he is getting ready to argue with me, but all he does is inhale sharply. The zipper of his motorcycle jacket is cold and rough against my thin t-shirt, but none of that is important.
