I crouched down and placed my lips close to his. He breathed, but did not make a move. Even though I was in control and had tortured him for six days,... he was readily willing to play the tease. We remained there for some time. I could see he was looking at my lips.?Go ahead,? he said.?You first,? I challenged.There was a moment that seemed like a long time. And it probably makes sense to no one, just how significant it was. But I was not going to move to kiss him, because I knew he’d turn away.. She felt he no longer looked at her with a wanting desire and Sandy long for that. She longed for any man to look at her and want her. We spent weeks chatting online about everything. She told me she was a rather large woman now but had at one time been quite slim. I told her men do like women with curves and that was not a problem for me. She told me in college she had had a black man and that was still a turn on for her. She was not into women but she loved the thought of sitting near by and. “I swear though it’s not because of the kiss. I don’t like you like that. I mean you really are really pretty but, it’s just,”She kept stumbling over her words. Clearly she was stuck inside a sphere of shame and guilt. The way she so desperately tried explaining herself without giving me a chance to communicate with her, it was almost as if she needed me more than I needed her.Quickly, for some reason that I’ll never understand, my thumbs pushed into my underwear and kicking my legs, I pulled. He felt his dangling molars touch the top edgeof the plasticene shell, sending shivers of lightning downhis spine. He bucked, involuntarily. The corset, reachingfrom his chest to high thigh, folded up and tightened inhis stomach. He widened his legs as wide as the leatherdress would allow. He felt exposed and was glad therewasn't a zipper that could be zipped up. There will beanother day though, he thought, with a different skirt. Anda zipper."Better, now cross your ankles and make them pigeon.