It was OK because he had tied her up like all the newspapers said he did and she was gagged which was why she was just kind of squeaking, and she had ... blindfold on so she couldn’t see me. Ray had really made a bit of a mess because there were things all over the floor, drawers turned upside down, a real mess. But he’d made a really neat job of tying the girl up which was sort of odd really. She was sitting on a chair and he’d tied her hands behind her so they were behind the back of the chair. Absent-mindedly she put two heaping teaspoons of instant coffee in the cup and filled the cup with hot water from the InstaHot. She looked out of the kitchen window, stirring the coffee. She continued stirring while her mind wandered to the last day they were together. She took a sip of the coffee and grimaced and ran to the sink and spit out the acrid brew into the sink. It immediately dawned on her what she had done. She normally used one slightly rounded spoon of instant coffee on the rare. You drop your bag on the floor and the moment you do I jump on you. I start kissing your lips and caressing my hands through your hair. You push me off you and slam me against the wall. You then start biting my neck, harder and harder. I try to scream but you put your hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. With every bite your teeth get deeper and deeper until you pierce my skin. You step back as blood starts to drip down my neck. I run my fingers over the blood and lick it off as I stare deep. He kept his black socks on, presumably to keep his feet warm on the tiles as mine were already quite cold, but took his tie off and started unbuttoning his shirt. He was taking his time, and I felt a bit silly and exposed, standing naked with a hard-on in a fully lit kitchen with big windows, even if we were on a the 12th floor. For being over forty he was in pretty good shape, not a bodybuilder by any stretch, but his stomach barely bulged, his chest was well defined beneath its pelt of curly.