I saw the aftermath of my first kiss, the stripes a brilliant contrast against her porcelain flesh, but the most gratifying thing was the loud gasp sh...e emitted. My kiss surprised her by the sting I unleashed. Reflecting back, I imagine that she didn't know or perhaps thought I wouldn't hurt her but that first stinging kiss set her situation firmly in concrete. Kay was fully aware at that moment she was trapped, not by the cuffs that held her, but by her very soul. He whistled His appreciation,. It was in a motel room in Sacramento, late on our second night there, when Diane somehow got me to propose to her. I knew I wasn't going to be able to keep up with the torrid pace she had been setting for me. Something had to give, and I knew it was probably going to be me."Jimmy, do you really love me? Tell me the truth." More than anything." But, you still don't want to marry me?" I never said I didn't want to, Diane. What I said was it was one of the options we'd be considering. We're both. I am forgetting something, but my mind is blank unable to think. It just feels the sensations running through my body, the tingles and twitches, pleasure and discomfort mixing together to cause a new kind of ecstacy that I haven't known before. I realize that you have stopped the movement at my ass. Your hands are doing something on the floor. I hear you groan and then something slips... then I feel your fist trailing slowly back up my inner thigh. Holding something as you move back to the my. As George Costanza once said "it moved." and she had me interested."Listen Babs, my friends call me Trey." Oh? So now I'm a friend?" If you want a chance of being one, call me Trey." So suddenly the idea of a play-date, emphasis on the PLAY part, sounds good to you."She was getting a little too much of control of this so I decided to put her in her place and see if she could take the abuse or run away mad."Umm, a play date might be fun if I could get over the idea of it being like I was fucking.