Last night, I found myself in a shed with you. You loomed over me, larger than life, wearing nearly all black. Your shirt, ironically, had the word "prude" emblazoned on the front in big red letters. I remember trying to run, springing towards the door with an almost alien precision, and having your large hands pull me back inside.

The rest is bits and pieces in my subconscious mind - clothes being torn off, skin being cut and bled, my impending violation... and the orgasm that seized me as I woke before the alarm clock this morning spoke more than words possibly could have. It was delicious, darling, thank you.

This entry was posted by Mellie, on Wednesday, June 07, 2006.