Kendra had an important meeting the next day, but Taylor’s warm tongue and cold nose moving down her neck to her chest made her forget anything exce...pt the feel of his naked body against hers. Taylor grabbed Kendra’s hands, locking fingers with her and kissing the backs of her hands gently before roughly pushing her arms above her head and pinning them to the ground. She shrieked – he was pinning her arms back into the freezing cold snow, while he moved down to lavish his burning hot tongue on. Bright enough to see, but not too bright. A long relaxing shower before would be required but there was time for that. What to wear? He’d decide that later. It wouldn’t be on for long anyway. Time flew & with dishes done, lighting set, music playing, & wardrobe chosen (tight black boxers and a red button up shirt), & freshly bathed, he settled onto the couch. It was 5 to 9. Closing his eyes, breathing slowly n deeply, he waited. Getting into where he was and what he was hopefully about to do.. I was being made whole from the fabric of the universe. I am not fading out of existence but fading into it. I’m solidifying. Becoming one.”I had a term paper to write comparing a specific aspect of modernism with a counterpart in postmodernism and how it influenced my own work. Foundations of Contemporary Art was not my favorite class by a long stretch. It was almost impossible to self-analyze and suggest that my own art was more modernist or post-modernist. It was certainly influenced by both. “Don’t get mad, baby. I’m sorry I’m being such sleaze bag, but I’m going a little stir crazy locked up in here, bored out of my mind.” “Well I don’t enjoy being your entertainment, Mr. Raven.” He caressed her cheek, smile fading. “Baby, you’re so much more than entertainment, I swear.” He patted the bed. “Come here. Sit here. Let’s talk.” She looked unsure, but he tugged gently on her hand until she complied. “When you were still seeing Daniel, what plans did you have for yourself? Were you.