I can't help it, I was born that way, it’s instinct. It is very cruel but afterwards I am always forgiven for how can you stay mad at me with my sil...ver tongue and a cheeky grin? It’s just a game to me, I mean no real harm. Some cats like mice, this cat enjoys pussy. Don’t pity them it’s actually beneficial for my victim to be teased before I eat them alive, the relief all the more powerful when I put them out of their misery and give them ‘La Petite Mort’.Forgive the cliché analogy but for me. I had just received a text from my girlfriend that had chilled me to the bone.I couldn’t believe she was actually doing this. I thought it was a joke, a heat of the moment thing in the throes of passion. We had been having very hot and heavy sex. She had been dirty talking to me, saying the naughtiest things, really getting me going.It had all started with a TV show about swingers. Sarah and I had spent our Friday night watching a few episodes of a show all about people that swap sexual. So perhaps we did have a secret.The train chose that moment to plunge into a tunnel, hurtling into the darkness. We said nothing in the lamplight, just looked at each other. Her smile, my arched eyebrow, a low chuckle from her, a wry pursing of my lips, but not a word more was said. By the time we emerged into daylight once again, we had reached an understanding.I would say nothing. She knew that I would be watching.Thus we parted, she to a morning of reading in the library, I to my journal to. ”“If I told you, what fun would it be as the mystery disappears. If this goes as well as I believe it will, I’ll gladly give you a name and number, particularly my name and number.”Once again, I nodded before my shaking hand reached for the book that would begin this charade. Turning the pages, I ended up somewhere in the middle, reading the first sentence available, “She wiggled her hips in need.”This author knew just where to start. I was in need as I found my hips grinding into my stranger’s.