Total freedom! No inhibitions. Not just passion and sex. Oh, I have been there. I have known great passions, and great sex. But sensual exploration of...sexuality, loss of all thought and inhibition, losing CONTROL. Total surrender. How can one just surrender their thoughts, their senses? I go through the days of my regular life having to be serious, stay serious… stay in control of myself. Coolly dealing with the realities of life. How then do I surrender myself? The very thought of doing this. The boy was constantly pleading, 'Please let me go Ma'am, I promise I haven't done anything; I swear on my mother's soul.' Preetha paid no heed and almost threw the boy inside the elevator, then stepping inside herself. The boy was huddled in a corner, fully drenched. Preetha was breathing heavily from her sudden outburst, her mind clouded by blind rage. She, too, was soaking wet. Finally, she looked at the boy who was looking up at her with frightened eyes. She brushed away the lock of hair. ’ ‘We’re way past that,’ John smiled and was met with a serious gaze. ‘I have to show you something.’ Amy held a stack of magazines close to her chest. ‘Remember how I asked if I could send that photo you took into Runner’s World?’ ‘What?’ John’s face lit up. ‘They actually used it?’ Amy grinned and nodded while biting her lip and looking down, she matched his exuberance with shyness. ‘Page 42,’ she handed him a magazine. John flipped to the page and saw the photo of Amy, the one he took. "Are you sure you have to go to work today, Husband?" she asked in a seductive voice."I'm afraid so," I told her reluctantly. "In fact, I probably can't even afford to be late enough to help you put out the fire I've stirred up. Maybe Rillnam's in the mood?" No, I think I'll just suffer and simmer until you get home tonight," Priya told me. "Just be sure to eat a good lunch, because I may not let you get dinner first."I laughed, and squeezed the breast I was holding, and said, "Be in bed when I.