We Need to Talk
Desperate longing, desperate sexual desire course through my veins, consume me. A montage of images and scenes flood my mind, uncontrolled. Strong hands push me over a table. I'm helpless to stop my violation. Memories so fresh I can almost feel the penetration, my face pressed against the cold hard table, helpless to stop it, helpless to make it last longer. Soft tender lips passionately, lovingly, desperately kissing...a shoe. The contrast of a gold key against black nylon turns me...