The first time. Exhilarating, as it is every time. Yet the first time with him will ever stick in my mind firmly till the day i die. Which will, in fact, be sooner than is natural.
At first, i was still scared of him. Here was this being who i'd found to be quite invulnerable to any pain i could inflict on him...Yet as he sat, naked in a bed so lush i wondered if i wouldn't just fall through were i to sit on it, just watching me, observing, there was no malice in him. Only patience, and a quiet confidence that his desires would be fufilled. Willingly. And as my fear faded, and he rose from the bed, gliding towards me in a lope so predatorial, so rawly sexual and alluring, i realized something.
HIs confidence was well founded...