My hand caresses your shoulder, gripping it, showing you security. That the kiss was okay. I worry you might be freaking out a bit... but I quickly se...e that you want me, as much as I want you. We both feel it as you start to kiss my neck, knowing what it does to me. I let out a soft, whispered moan, and I push you to your back, our lips meeting again, with fervor. You moan into my mouth, as my tongue finds my way into yours, and yours meet mine in a dance. Your hand in my hair, my senses. For such a tiny person–she barely stood over five feet tall–Gina always wanted to be in control when they had sex. At first their pairing didn’t work, because of his size and toned, muscular body, Roger had been taught and acted for most of his life, that he had to be the dominant partner. He wanted to be in command. But so did Gina, she wouldn’t let her small stature hold her back from anything and as a consequence had taken on a slightly commanding, domineering personality. They had started. Wiping her moist brown eyes, —she continued to fix breakfast. A moment later, she felt Craig's warm arms encircling her."Good Morning, Sweetheart," he said.Turning toward him with a smile—her moist lips felt so warm and good against his mouth."Good morning, Honey!" she says. "Are you hungry... ?" For you... always!" he said."No silly," she said, with a little laugh. "I meant for food." I'll have some of whatever you're fixing," he said. "Is the girls up yet?" They should be—would you mind going. —YasmineDear Diary,Okay, I've calmed down a lot. Talking with Victoria this morning helped. Actually, I didn't really tell the whole story last night, so let's start at the beginning. After my nap, Steve and I had a big talk. He must have gotten home while I was asleep on the sofa, 'cos he was just sitting there and watching me when I woke up. I asked him how work was, and he told me about how one of the waitresses broke her ankle, and one of the "girls" (of course now I know he meant.