I discovered something that was to become central in my desire to dominate Heather; I must find ways to transmit my feelings to her.I discovered something that was to become central in my desire to dominate Heather; I must find ways to transmit my feelings to her. Heather must feel what I feel, it was up to me to make her feel sensual and erotic. She would get beyond her own feelings only when she understood mine. She sat across from me now as we ate breakfast together. She felt better now that her nakedness was hidden by the table. I stared at her for the longest time and asked her why she felt silly. "I don't know," she replied truthfully, for I believe that she truly did not realize why. "Heather," I began to explain to her, "you feel silly because you have not recognized your own sexuality, or at least you do not believe in it. You act as if you are captive to what you were taught as a child, and that is that you are not allowed to expose your body to others because it is somehow dirty or not right to do that. Well, Heather, that is not right. Let me put it simply. If you give yourself to me, then I want all of you. I want to enjoy what you are giving to me, not be forced to imagine it in the darkness of our bedroom. Your body is meant to give me pleasure. It was created to create extreme desire in me for you. Now if you don't want to be desirable, then don't listen to me. If you do, then let me be the judge of what is sensual and erotic. You simply enter into it. I know much better then you now what turns me on and what makes me crazy with hunger for you." Heather sat there staring as if she wanted to believe me, but was unsure that what I was saying was true. If it was proof she wanted then I would give it to her. I asked her for another cup of coffee and when she arose to get it, I followed her, taking in the delightful curves that were so erotically exposed. When she returned to the table, I took the pot from her hand, pushed the dishes to one end of the table and lifted her onto it. I pressed her back so that her legs were suspended over the edge. I moved between them and reached for the server of warm syrup. |