Who wouldn’t want a good girl, a soft hand, a gentle woman for a gentleman?
He said, "It’s been fine so far but after a while I want more than a soft style. I want some slashes to go with those long eyelashes."

And so the bedroom became the black room but a year later he wanted something more, something I wasn’t quite prepared for.

He said, "Every woman has an itch and every nice girl secretly wants to switch. I like how the skins look on your white hands. I’d like you to deliver one of my demands."

He said, "Every woman has an itch and every nice girl wants to switch." He led me in and lit the room with a hundred candles and said "God never gives you more than you can handle."

I sat astride his chest, "It’s just a thrill," he said, as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed, "it’s just breath control." He whispered "Hold me here" and I did and his head fell back.

He whispered "Press harder" and I did and his eyes rolled back. It’s just breath control. Just breath control.

...........Breath Control.