NEED

Sex, it is one of the most exquisite forms of personal touch we as people can share, use and taste. When you want it, there is nothing else that can take its place. The touching of skin on skin, the taste of salt, only the human body can produce and the inner need that will grow, more and more till your body, or the body you now share explodes.clothed It happens from within, there is no rhyme no reason, there is only need! As an erotic author, I often have a powerful need, or desire, that too often, my words, or phrases cannot fully fill. I wake from a night’s sleep, much like the one I did only minutes ago. The need is clawing its way to my surface and I know if I don’t write, the rest of the day is going to pull me into a depth of shadow, and trouble breathing. One need is as powerful as the next, but often those needs can cause a certain kind of response my body or person cannot fill. Whatever dream state I had been in, no matter the topic, my inner personal drive for something more sensual, maybe even primal tears me awake and though I sit down, mostly with intentions to move my needs into your life and help to fill some expanse between us, I know the possibility is, this will only cause more annoyance. (An inner laughter echo’s through my ear with this realization)

How many stories does it take for me to tease you to a point where you can no longer read? No longer take my deep seeded teasing? That if you don’t get some kind of personal gratification you know you may simply curl into a tiny ball, fitting and screaming? Where this is my objective, being as I am, I also have to find a way to bridge the gap between deep seeded lust, and words. I want you to yearn for touch. I want you to squirm in your seat, or maybe where you now lay. Maybe your fingers will enter your lips, and the perfect taste of human skin, mixed with salt will open you further to a primal need only touch can fulfill. Will you suck deeper? Will you move those fingers from one set of lips to another? Are you male or are you female? How far can I push you this day? Please, allow me to tempt you on. I want to know you are as uncomfortable as I now sitting her writing these words, as you are sitting, lying there reading them, as if I am in your room whispering this in your very ear! These words passing through my lips into your openly awaiting mind. Shall I tempt you on? Oh yes, where do my words come from and how deep within you will they get before your own desires and need take control? Is there a target in my mind?

Is there one woman or another that causes me to have my push, to want to write, or want to tease? In the case of today, well yes, yes there is. But know you now openly, I have many muses on the net, around the world, so on and so forth. But one in particular right now is teasing me! Oh yes her body is forever spinning in the back of my mind. Showing me, tempting me on. Her body,body her lips, her always erected nipples. The pink shading out to soft shades of tan or white skin. The perfect look only a woman of a perfect age can manage. It teases me, it tempts me, my own inner torment now pushes me on. Further and further down my own rabbit whole, if you will. Who is she, will I ever truly know? Is she more than simple pictures, is there a soul connecting her curves to my mind? Have we spoken on some occasion? Have those words driven me to write this now, for you as only I can? You are now the one who has to fill in the answers, not I. Allow me to steer you back to the madness spinning below my surface. All of her body I can see. All minus he eyes. They elude me! They cause me more pain that no words or writing will ever be able to fill. Though, her hips, her tummy, the skin. It is always skin for me. It is what make me mad with need. It is the cause and now your effect. Her skin, the desire to caress. My want to pinch, hold grab or pull. Her skin is always my need. I see the soft curves. The lines only she can wear, the shadows turned to turns. Can you see them, can you touch them, want them need them? Can you, am I all alone in this, the madness is drawing me in, drawing you farther.

She sits there partially clothed, partially nude.perfect spot Always showing you your need. She is a mind, a body a thought. Allow it to consume and torture you. Is it her smile, her body, her lack of truth that draws you in? Can she torture you, can she hurt you, let your mind fall? It is the perfect spot, you know the one the tiny curve just below her sex, where her thighs pull outwards, making a spot only to arouse you further. The gap at the end of her line starting in her low back. Follow it down fallow it to its end, when your fingers play, can you see it? Is she your madness, she is mine.

What is now churning within you? Are you hot, wet dripping pinching or even pulling? Will your fingers turn to fist’s, will your need want more? How now can I help you, what can I show you, can I twist you on? In this very moment there is no expression. There is no way to deal, no way to unfold the desires within us all. She is my need, my passion my want. She is the touch, the kiss, the suck, she, like others have now become my everything. See her, taste her. Dream her, need her, want her. Open your mind, take out your soul, know there is nothing without her. She is everything and nothing but a shadow now becoming more. Maybe started out as a picture, who became words who now only exists to fuck with your mind and need.  Her expression, her body, her shape her exquisite existence will drive you on. She is true madness! Let her bend over in your mind. Allow her ass to fill your sight. Panties are all that separates your sight from her glory! Her legs, muscles, down to her feet. Grab her hips, see yourself behind her. There go your fingers into fist’s again. Look down, you sad soul, see her beauty, it is there in your sight all of her exposed for your need. Will she look back as you, as she refuses to do to me? Will your eyes meet ever so gently right as you decide to take her. Take her you fool, take her now! Don’t hold back, don’t allow fear to control your action, touch her hips, they are there waiting for you, calling to you.

She is forever mine; need.

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The last Man

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A month, I had put up with this shit for almost a month and tell the truth, I have had almost all I am going to take! Right now, my knees hurt, my hips felt like they would never feel smooth again. The last man of this laughable bet was still pushing and pulling within me. I had thought my vagina would have been worn out, but it is my ass that has taken most of the abuse. I felt the shutter. You know, the one, the male shutter before they think of themselves gods, to the woman they fuck. This one though was no god, not a sire, or even a man. It was one of the most wasted fucks my body had ever endured. And now comes the mooing, he pushed forward, let out a call, and almost fell to dead weight on my back. I, not being ready to deal with anymore shit today, slid out of the way, as he fell to the bed and I left the room. I was hoping Mac would not be standing outside the door, but then I never do get what I wish for. He all but slammed into me as I burst through the now open door, cum still dripping down my leg. The look on his face made me smile, and as he now knew, the bet was done, the sex was over and I would never have anything to do with him or his friends again.

The worst I had ever felt about myself was back in the eighth grade. But the last month I do believe I almost felt worse. I moved along the badly lit hall way and found the women’s dressing room. I stepped into the first shower I could find. I tried to laugh at the outcome of this afternoon, but something was churning within me and I never found the laughter. As the first drops of hot water fell to my skin, the tears fell just as freely. I closed my eyes, allowed the heat to wash me clean though the tears and anger were only going to brew till I decided what to do with them. I was the one who had agreed to the terms of the bet. I was the one who had boasted before the games begun, but I was also used far past the terms we had before mentioned. I had never agreed to anal. I had never agreed to more than one man at a time, and I had sure never agreed to a mixture of men and women both. Now it was finished, I knew far more about myself. I was ready to take more risks in my life, but I was also ready to discover payback for the men of the last month. Mac had found them, helped them to find me and known every detail, long before I could try to stop it. Standing in the shower now, I knew I never wanted to strip for a living again. The money from the bet should cover my living expenses for the next year, all I had to do was get it out of Mac and I could leave this place in my past.

I stayed in the shower till the last drop of hot water hit my skin. When I was ready I stepped out and found the one person I wanted nothing to do with waiting for me. So much for feeling better today. Mac obviously forgot this was the woman’s room. It was not his presence so much that bothered me, nor was it him being his normal ass self. What was bothering me the most was the look on his face. I had been working here more than six years and I knew when he looked like that no one was about to be happy, but him! Mac was not the kind of man you would expect to own and run his own strip club. He took care of himself, was in amazing shape and treated others in a manor most would agree with. The first club I had worked in was run by a guy that was grossly overweight, rude and had the IQ of a carrot. Mac could have been many things, but no one was ever allowed to truly know him. He had no girlfriend, and no women in his life. The twenty or so women working here were the only women in his life. He had never tried anything with me, but I had been told otherwise from other girls.  Personally, I had often wondered what he would have been like in bed, but had never had the opportunity to find out. He took a step towards me, and I closed my eyes. A single hand came to rest just below my left breast, cupping it gently. His other hand came up to the left side of my face, holding it the same way as my breast. His fingers were long and strong. My body warmed from his touch and my imagination ran wild with ideas and hopes for the coming moments. My skin had already dripped dry, his touch was causing moisture to build between my legs and tongue.  His lips found my own and my mind exploded.

The first touch was heavy, deep and loving. His tongue slid between my lips into my waiting mouth and tongue. As our mouths became one, our bodies came into contact. His silk shirt found my midsection, and the buttons gently nipped my nipples causing a rush like nothing else. I fell into him fully, not trying to hold anything back. Our faces brushed against one another like two cats showing affection. If I knew how to purr, I would be now. I had never been one for kissing or making out, but the longer his tongue was in my mouth the deeper I fell into him. I wanted, or maybe needed more. The feel of his cock on my clit, his hands holding me before the rush. The long held deep satisfaction of making love to my boss.  Had the last month been a game so he could have me to myself? Was I something he had wanted all along, or was there more to this man I barely knew? Right as I thought I was in the perfect place, he stepped back, pulled away from my lips and tipped my nose with his own. Our eyes saw the power being held in the others and I could see just how much our little play had affected him. He leaned in again, but only for a moment to kiss me gently and then stepped back again. His lips parted, this time to speak, and I could only stand and listen.

“I have wanted to do this since the day you first came here. I hope you do not mind my intrusion of your shower time. I was hoping maybe you would come back to the office with me and we could finalize the bet that you have completely fulfilled.”

I looked at him with each falling word. I knew he could have simply told me to come to his office, but his take on a message had left me speechless, and wanting a great deal more. I wanted to answer, but the need that had grown out of control between my thigh’s was causing me to shake with my personal need. How do you tell a man, whom you have lusted over for years, to please take you? A single deep breath and I choked out an answer.

“I will be there shortly.”

My body tightened when I spoke to him. I knew I was clenching my fingers into fists and I knew he could plainly see them. I took a single step towards him and a simple smile crossed his face.  He reached out again, this time placing his hand down between my legs. His body heat mixed with my need I yelped as our two bodies met. I fell to my knees, ready and willing to take him here and now. I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth, wanted, oh god what I wanted…

He leaned over, retook my hand and helped me to my feet. My breath was heavy and deep. Whatever game he was playing, I had already lost. He stepped around the back of me, running his hands from my bare breast to my sex. His lips, now at my left ear, gave me some reassurance of what he was wanting in his office.

“Please my lady put something simple on, and find me in my office. I promise anything and everything you want you will find there!”

As his words entered my mind, so did his fingers enter my sex. Slowly moving back and forth to match the rhythm of his voice I could only hold to his ass behind me and allow him to command me. The moment his words were done, he moved towards the door, took one look back smiling and left. I crumpled to the floor, not able to hold myself up any longer. My breathing was right on the rim of orgasm and pain. My body was tingling from head to toe and though his promise was good, I could not rise from the cold tile floor. My fingers still clenched to fists found the strength to lift me off the floor. I walked to my locker, took out my red hipster panties, and a solid grey t-shirt. The rest of me, now completely dry I moved towards the door. I walked out into the breezeway and made my way to Mac’s office. Two other girls were coming off the show floor as I made my way past them. They both giggled to one another as we passed, making me wonder if I were the last to know or realize the inner feeling of our boss for me? The door partially ajar had soft yellow light escaping into the hall and a bit of music as well.

I pushed open the door, walked in and found Mac in almost the same outfit I now wore. Tight fitting blue briefs, and an old grey shirt. Sitting at his desk, holding a single cigar to his lips, while sipping on some dark liquor from the bar. The room smelled of autumn spices, cigars and bourbon. All smells I had come to love over the years. Mac rose from his chair, inhaled as he moved past me, closed and locked the door. There was an old couch next to the window when I came to kneel so he would only see my pantie covered ass and my exposed back. He came up behind me, taking my ass in his open hands and leaned in to cover me completely from behind. I could only gasp as his massive cock pushed between my ass-cheeks through his undies. His hands now took my breasts, finding my nipples and rolling them in his fingers. I moaned softly at first, but as his pinching became harder my voice began to rise. I put my hand behind me, feeling his cock, and starting to remove my panties. His hands stopped me as his teeth took hold of them and he pulled them backwards and down to my knees. When his face rose again, his tongue took position over my slightly dripping cunt, and then moved to my anus. The feeling was exquisite and thus began our dance.

He sucked and licked me, biting every chance he got. I cried out the first time his full tongue filled the empty space beyond my sex’s lips. He never did let go my breasts and as his mouth became one with my ass and sex, his fingers probed fully in the tissue and skin covering the mounds on my chest. Goose bumps covered every part of me. My first orgasm must have been heard out on the dance floor, but this was nothing to stop Mac, actually he took it as a sign to push me further still. He turned me on the couch, facing his stone hard cock and my lips opened with the hopes he would fill me. When he only continued to kiss and suck at me, I took hold of his cock, pushed it over my lips, tasting the sweet taste of his need already rising to his surface. I licked the tip, sucked gently on the head and pushed my head forward taking him all the way back. As I took him in over and over, I tried not to gag on the sheer size, but as I choked the first time, he thrust forward causing me to choked that much more. His first cum filled my mouth, poured from my lips and I continued to take him. It was clear, to both of us, we both wanted or maybe needed to fully engage each other and since I was already on the couch, all that was left to do was open my legs, and allow him to do the rest.

He stood upright, pulled my ass to the very edge of the couch and sucked me wet all over again. I cried out in no time at all, but when I could only pant in joy, he moved his cock to enter my body. Of all the sex in the past month I did not think this would be all that different, but I have never been so happy to be mistaken. The size was more than any man in my life, it pushed in, past my dripping lips, and I could feel every inch taken by him. I gasped again and again as he all but fell forward. I tried to hold out, but his body now fully covering me, I could only allow everything to be given freely. His arms wrapped tightly around my shoulders, fingers rubbing my neckline as he fucked me. My legs wrapped fully around his mid-section gave us both the ability to more and bound with each thrust of his manhood. When at long last he could no longer hold out his cry, I screamed and he unloaded fully within me. He tried to raise up but I was not completely ready yet. He picked my body up and changed positions with me. Now, me on the top, I knew I could go maybe one more time. I squeezed his cock, leaned in to kiss his lips and once again found his hands on my swollen breast. It was my time to rock back and forth, and I took him in before pushing his out all the way again and again. The deeper I went the more he too gave into my desires and need. I could tell his strength was almost gone, but his enthusiasm never waned once. Only moments before I came with him, I found his hands and fingers gripping tightly to my ass, pulling them apart and pushing gently into my ass, and cunt.

Our final cry was in parallel and we both seemed to make sure the whole place heard us. He was now covered in me, as I in him. My breasts, dripping in sweat now rose and fell with each labored breath. I knew something had changed and the last thing on my mind was the events of the last month, or the anger I had felt only hours ago. I did not want to let him loose; due to my lingering thoughts this may never happen again. As I thought this very thing, he reached up kissed my lips and whispered in my ear.

“This does not have to be a one-time thing. If you like you are welcome to me, in any fashion you like. Take me, own me or even love me. All at your desire.”

“What about the last month, what was all that for? Do you want me for you, or do you want me to whore for others? I can’t do both, though I only want one. What now?”

“As I said before, I am yours now. Do as you truly desire, I will never argue again. I can’t explain my desires of the last month, but I know now I want to be the last man you ever take to bed, if it is all the same to you.”

I leaned back, considering my thoughts and took a breath of relief. Though I could not account for the crazy month I had just had, I knew something had changed within me this afternoon. Mac had gone from a boss, to a pimp of sorts, to someone I would love to hold on to. The choice, as he had said, was now mine. Could I simply leave everything in the past? Could he truly be the last man I would ever need or want?

Picture compliments of (EVE – @PoesjeEV )

Power Games

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I wish I could tell you this would be another passion piece. I wish I could tell you, how you would long for this story again and again, but I simply can not! This is a tale of pain from playing games. Will it be my loss or yours by the time you finish? This story may come to be your own, read on at your own risk.

One would say the events of my last two weeks is an impossibility in short measure, but then I had never been a normal man. You can assume I have been in the top of my game for some time, but again, you would want to know more about the games I play. Sitting here writing this short tale, I can think of plenty of words to describe my life’s pleasures, but the one most commonly coming to mind is whore! Not for money, or for property, simply for the pleasure of it. Simply put, I love women; all of them, no matter the equation. Short, small, petite, and adorable. Large, round, heavy or everywhere in-between. I have been this way since long before I should have had any desire for the other sex, but as I stated above, I have never been one to fit the class of normal.

Three weeks ago I had met and interesting duo. Two lovely women who worked in the same restaurant. Both of the serving staff, and both as different from each other, as I was from them both. The first, Ally; a sudo petite woman, small simple breasts, well what I could tell from the outside of her shirt anyway. A simple haircut, matching that of many men her own age. Snappy personality, quick to return a jest, and just as quick to flirt as I. The second; Talia, again mostly petite, a simple handful of breasts, but hips not matching the rest of her sexual being. Hips the made you want to reach out, pull her to you and explore the rest of her in front of God and all those around. The best word I can come up with to explain my thoughts of her, at least at first, would be mischievous, cunning and a wild card. This one would not fall as all those before her. And I would be the one gasping from my breath! Ally was the first to introduce herself to myself and my girlfriend. The first night we met her, she was behind the bar, pouring drinks, and pouring a bit of herself as well. I was not going to argue, and neither was Amanda. We had not yet had a chance to order food, but the drinks were simple; one Mexican Coke, and Allies choice of an IPA. The Coke had come out, and Allies choice had my smile and mind racing. The moment I saw her I wanted to play! My mood only more the same Amanda had seen a familiar look on my face and could only smile to herself. I had my questions about Ally, but who is question free when they first meet another possible layer of their own game? She was not about to go giving up her secrets not on the first night anyway, so food was ordered and the game, as it were started out slow.

That night driving home Amanda and I spoke gently about our new friend and that was that. But, as I fell to sleep that same night, I could only think this was a woman I would truly want to deeply explore in the future. My dreams were a bit darker, then my outward thoughts, but with me that is to be expected.

Ally stood over me, wearing only a black lace thong. A leather whip in her right hand and a smile on her face. I knew my body was covered in red welts and I knew I loved them all. She had said precious litter since we had started this night. I was on my knees and ready for something new, but Ally had made it completely clear I would do as I were told, and she would pick the pace and kind of games. Since I had openly agreed, I had no other feet to stand on, but at some point, I hoped, I would gain the upper hand. 

Not that night, an not this dream did I ever get that hand. Future dream and fantasies would yield nothing more then my complete and total obedience to her. She would change not only my mood, but the way I played the game altogether.  Had I expected her to be the dominant one from the start, not even close. Though, I had to say every morning I woke with her on my mind, I had no complaints. It would be weeks till the other part of this equation would come into clear view, but when she did, the rules and game would change drastically.

It was the beginning of summer when Amanda and I first met Talia. She was just as tall as myself, long curly brown hair and a twinkle in her eyes that left me speechless, and mentally numb. I could not think around her, I could not breath and Amanda, as always thought it was funny as all hell. This one had a boy friend, but in the world I lived in, that was only an obstacle, not a game ender. Talia had beautiful hips, long legs and though, to this night I have never seen the skin on those legs, I knew they would one day be worth the wait. If you have not figured it out by now, I am very good at playing mental and sexual game. I could look just about anyone in the eyes and read their every thought and desire. Talia had the sparkle in her eyes, the demonic presence in her smile and possible something so much darker, though she herself had never had the courage to try to bring it the her surface. I can tell you this; the moment I realized it was there I wanted to play for sure! I wanted to tease her dragon, not to mention everything else. It took two visits for meals before I knew I had a chance in her world to play. I, not wanting to review any more about my game, then she would play it cool, start with something light and allow the universe to open the door, should she have the desire.

On the third visit for lunch I came to the intense knowledge that Talia and Ally were close friends, and though they had different desires within, they also had the same need to fuck with the world around them. Could this be the beginning of the best game of my life? Could these two be the ones who would play their ways into, not only my heart, but Amanda’s as well, time would be the judge of that. I can share you this. My first night in dream, knowing they two would want to play in my future was anything but cold. Honestly, I woke in the middle gasping for air, gripping the covers and hoping for more.

She had walked into the room, barely dressed and barely nude too. She was wearing a teddy, all lace, dark purple and matching panties. The other bit covering her was her smile and her eyes. they were darker then at work, and they screamed of a pent up animal who had not been allowed to play in far too long. Ally had panties and bra matching only in black. Her hand held the same whip as my individual dreams of her. In the dream they played as a team. Me on my back, lips deep in Talia’s sex, while Dani whipped and scratched every inch of me. I never had the chance to properly explore either of the bodies around me, but then I never had the chance to complain either. 

The next morning, as I woke alone. Amanda had gone to work some time before, I knew these two ladies would cause a change in me I would never forget. It was a good thing I did not have to work that day. I lay in bed wanting only to play this new game. Even though it had all been a dream, my body ached as if it had been real. Two colors held me fast for the rest of the day. Black of my new master Ally, and purple of my co-slave Talia. More then once I found myself leaning on a wall, or sitting in a chair needing the touch of both, and none were on hand to play. In the middle of the afternoon, while walking my dogs in a large open field I fell to slumber and all I could not have in my current reality…

I came awake to Ally standing over me, but this time her hands were empty. She had my breasts, fully cup din her hands and a smile on her face. She sat atop my hardened cock, and I knew this would be anything but easy. As she rocked back and forth, never giving me more then a itch and smile, I moaned as I longed for the depths of my own need. I tried to move, only to have my arms pinned to the floor. My nipples hardened as she nibbled them both, my cock now ever growing painful endured as well. Never did she move to insert me, to fully hold me, to take me in in any way at all. I groaned as she kissed around my lips, never coming into full contact. I had never been so teased before. I had never been left wanting and I knew this was all an entrance to something darker, something so much more. Her words broke through me. They penetrated my soul, and gave me chills in ways nothing else ever would. 

“You thought to play with me. You thought to have control of me. You thought me nothing more than a new toy in you mind. But now you see that I am the one in control. I am the one with the upper hand and I will chose the games to come! Let me show you the rest of this game, shall I?”

I thought my life about to get worse, that was before Ally led Talia into the room. She had the other woman by the hand, though every ounce of me wanted to take Thalia and reform the word Passion. As it were I would get my wish if only to cry out in the dark! Ally let go Talia, stood back on the wall and allow us two to dance our own steps. I rose from the floor, sitting not standing, and Talia came to sit in my lap. Her panties, though still separating us brought me to full attention. I dove for her lips, tongue dancing with her own. My hands held her ass, moving to her hips, moving to her breasts. Her nipples hardened as my fingers pinched and played my own games. Her hands found me all in the same. My hips, my ass, my breasts. Though more then tender to her touch was I. She held to me as a lost child to a mother. Never looking behind her, never concerned about the one who truly controlled us. As we played our minds fell further and further from that reality, into our own personal world. Our bodies twisted from one leg, to another arm, to lips and sex. I felt her, truly felt her, embraced all she was and gave her myself to match. Moments turned to minutes, and fell to the grey. One by one we surrendered to each other. I lay on my back and she consumed my every inch. As my body melted into hers I knew some things would never change; our need for touch, the wet from our lips the tight and pull from below. As I took her from behind, I thought my heart would truly die in sin, then it all stopped!

Ally stood above us, smiling as only she could. The moment was broken, our bodies ripped from the other. Need tore through me and anger followed. It was the anger Ally had wanted. She was sure to destroy the deep touch I had felt. Would I ever feel it again? A single tear fell from my right eye, and this was my moment of truth. Anger turning to pain and we were out of each other reach. My arms, placed in binding cuffs. My ankles all the same. A long leather whip brought down on my open chest. The pain scorching within me. A single cry from Talia angered me further. Another strike, another laugh! No more words to be shared, only pain and dominating fortune. Fingernails replaced the whip, but not the pain. it only intensified. She took to my ready cock, but as I slid within her, I felt only darkness. She used me, hurt and broke me as she saw fit. 

My mind fell from grace, only to find a cold hard floor. The passion now gone. The warmth and the flesh only felt like cold sand to the touch. Her nails dug into my chest every time I tried to bring enjoyment from her. I cried out, begged and screamed but only on deff ears. World would end before she allowed me an ounce of light. Cold, ruthless, evil now held me. I let go the world of light, now long gone, only in a single memory. I felt my body jerk, felt a warm hand on me, herd my name being called. A single shock of current brought me back, to the possibilities of the light. 

I woke on a couch the was not my own. I felt the cool air of a summer morning wash over me. Something terrible had happened. I was completely alone, clothed and broken. The darkness, the light the passion and pain had all been a dream. I looked around the room, still no memory of this place or who I might be. A door, on the far end of the room opened and Ally walked out, smiling but not of darkness.

She only shook her head at me, turned and entered a bathroom, then closing the door behind her. Minutes passed and another came from the first door. Talia smiled as she saw me awake, but I felt as if all I had thought to be real was now only a dream. Knocking on the door, it opened and Ally walked out. She came over sat down next to me and put a single hand on my knee. When Talia re-entered the room, her smile had not faded, but she took the seat on the opposite side of me. He hand wend a bit further then my knee, but I felt myself fall once again. Reality was a blur of fiction and desire. My mind could not hold to either. A single flash and I knew the truth. My reality was now gone forever. I had been lost while trying to the two opposite sides of me. I woke to a sullen grey, nothing in any direction, no touch, no feeling and no light. the grey held me, though I cried out in fear. I cried for the light, longed for an opening and knew I was only to remain lost. the grey had me, and the grey is where I would sty.

Could I find my way back? Could I find my paradise again? I had no time, no meaning and no company. All my games now lost. All my futures now destroyed. My game an longings for more had cost me everything. I only had an empty eternity to embrace me. Games, control, power and lust, now nothin more then a fading memory.

Open your eyes before you join me! Smell fresh air, hold on to love, consider what you already have. Will tomorrow bring passion or pain?