History of a pleasure seeker.

Assure me of your gentleness, your expertise, your control. Tell me what to do, put my pliant fingers about your throbbing manhood. I am afraid, you can see a quick flame of pain in my eyes... but i have never known such pleasure, such total accord... almost total. I would not let you go from me, not permit you to rest, on and on through the night, tearing me in the edge of the cliff. delirious with fatigue, anguished but restless... you'll take a step back, and I move slowly inside you, bringing you with me every step of the way.

I feel a different woman, I look at the usual objects around me and they radiate originality, unfamiliarity. I want to touch things, I run my fingers over the kitchen table, I take delight in pouring tea in a cup. I am in love with the world, for I found my perfect man. I feel free.