Then he discovered Sassanid Dynasty love poetry.The translations couldn't do it justice. Learning the old Persian dialects had posed no great difficul...ies for an accomplished language afficionado. The poetry, in its primordial, untranslated version, rang as clearly as a bell in the empty cathedral of his heart.His previous attempts to approach women had invariably ended in disaster. They either laughed or totally ignored him. In the shark-infested waters of the dating market, a balding. “What if I said that I really missed you when you travel?” “Nope, you have to say ‘I love you’.” “What if I said that I love when you send me a text saying that you’re thinking about me?” “Nope!” Michael said shaking his head slightly side to side. “What if I said I loved when we talk on the phone at night or when you send me emails and what if I said I love the way you touch me or how you hold my hand? What about if I said that I loved the note you wrote for me.” “No, no and no. None of those. Finally I am ready. On my hands and knees like I have been instructed to move in the presence of Master, I crawl to the door, unlock it, and sit in position. Soon Master arrives and praises me for preparing myself correctly. I glow with pleasure at the compliment. I love pleasing my Master. Slave, for your good behavior I have decided to reward you. Go to your room and get on your bed. Dont disappoint me, my perfect little slut. My eyes shine with thanks and I quickly crawl back to my room. I. I again straddled her hips and bent down to kiss her. She latched onto me passionately with her lips, our tongues playing with each other’s, feasting hungrily. I loved that I was her first female lover, and I could feel my own excitement growing, knowing that this was an event in her life she would always remember. I was confident I could make it a really good one.Forest, dutifully was keeping his distance. He had taken off his clothes and had pulled a chair up close to the bed. He watched.