“No….no….I’m not a part of the party….g…go back or…I’ll sh…shoot!” He just continued to smile as he moved forward, gently reaching... down to take the gun from her hand and tossing it into her laundry hamper with a negligent flick of his wrist. She got up onto her knees and turned towards the other side of the bed to crawl off, in a state of panic, but he grabbed onto her left wrist. It wasn’t a painful grasp, but strong and firm, allowing no movement from her. Something odd came over her as he. The hard and fast fucking she was receiving immediately stopped. Her ear plugs were removed and she heard Tom say "Whats wrong are you ok?" she replied relieved "OH it IS you. For some reason something felt off. We can keep going." Tom said "Are you sure?" She said "Fuck me harder this time!"He did as he was told, even though he was 'dom' this week, and picked up the pace. She became lost in the moment again,cumming twice more, but she couldn't shake the feeling something was off. So she slowly. "I'm going to hurt you." I inhale sharply and close my eyes. A deep calm envelops me. Your voice justifies the thoughts and memories which I am allowing myself to replay in the theatre of my mind. I think of a fragment of our poem: "We take the golden road to Samarkand". The golden road. My journey. You: my guide. I mount the platform on which the cross stands. The wooden surface is rough on my naked feet. Your will demands me to touch the smooth timber in front of me with both hands, and. ‘We’ve never talked about it. I mean, I certainly don’t want to date anyone else or anything.’ ‘You aren’t still letting the whole Chelsea thing hold you back, are you?’ Cam’s voice was laced with suspicion. ‘That was ages ago.’ ‘I don’t know if two or three months qualifies as ‘ages,’ but no, I don’t think so.’ ‘Figure it out,’ directed Cam. ‘Molly deserves better than ‘I don’t think so.’ So do you.’ x-x-x-x Exhausted, Molly opened the outer door to Jake’s apartment building. She called up on.