I had splurged on the room.I had splurged on the room. I'd never been to New York before and I wanted to do it up right. The room was on the 34th floor and looked out over Central Park. We stood in front of the huge windows when the thunderstorm came up and watched the lightning adding excitement to the beauty of the lighted city skyline. When I slid my arms around her waist and began to nuzzle her neck I could feel the submissiveness running through her body. It wasn't that she immediately surrendered and gave herself to me, but rather that it was electrifyingly obvious that in spite of the fact that we had just met, she wanted to give herself to me more than she could say. Women like Julia don't have to say a word to communicate that to the right man. "I hope you don't...", she began trying to apologize for the passion she was feeling as if she were ashamed of her behavior. "Hush. I know you, Julia. I don't think that you are a "loose" woman or that you do this with just anyone. I know you. Oh, I may not know everything there is to know about you yet. But I know who you are down deep inside. I understand what you're feeling, and I know how to respect your deepest desires. Just trust me." "Somehow, although I don't understand it at all, I know that you do know me. I think you may even know me better than I know myself in some ways, and I'm irresitably inclined to trust you and put myself totally at your mercy. Why is it that I feel this way?" "I don't think you're ready to hear the answer yet, Julia. When you are, I'll know it. Let's just say for the moment that you also know me. You know that you can trust me and that you are safe with me. And you know that I can meet a need that you feel very deep inside you. Isn't that how you feel?" "Yes! Don't talk anymore, just kiss me!", she sighed and fell into my arms once again. As we kissed, our tongues waging battle with each other and our lips melting as they touched, my hands roamed over the back of the pretty woman's body. |