I'm just trying out ideas here folks, and trying halfheartedly to put them together into a cohesive fashion. But I knew from the start that this was n...ot the way to write. I had no plans, no overreaching arc, no theme, and no direction. And it really bothered me that I didn't plan anything out. This is not the way art is supposed to be produced.And then I realized I was wrong. There is an art-form that works like this, where you just start performing and continue with no plan as to where you are. Aged pipes and vents and bare light bulbs hung from the wood supports above. It felt cool and damp and creepy yet clean. He led me into a separate room that looked very innocuous from the outside, like a storage room. Inside, there were ropes of different fibers, colors and lengths neatly hung from hooks on a pegboard wall. On another pegboard wall hung a collection of crops and floggers of different sizes and materials, as well as an assortment of cuffs and restraints that I had no idea how. Well i'm no longer the little girl you used to push on the swings Joey smirking slightly he nodded at her you can say that again she suggested they talk inside where it was warmer and saw he had no objections to this at all. They walked in silence to the living room which was deserted apart from the family's beloved husky Sino. Smiling Leah closed the door allowing the music to be blocked out. She turned to say something to Joe and found herself pressed against him. Her heart pounding she. ....You lead me to the bathroom - a black marble wetroom. You stand me against the cold wall in the shower and hand me my favourite vibrator and instruct me to play with it and fuck myself. I can see myself in the full length bathroom mirror behind you - I am very horny. I am so turned on and daren't turn the vibrator on to full as I would explode in seconds and I want this feeling to last as long as I can bear. You are stood watching me enjoy myself. Your arousal is obvious and I want to.