It surrounds us like a hunger feeding off our very souls -- a developing need -- craving release. I recognise it for what it is. Lust. Yet, even thoug... he is a stranger and I don’t want this to stop, I find myself hesitating.A slow, wicked smile forms on his lips, as if willing me to step forward and succumb; to cross over from reality into fantasy with just one more step. Suddenly my mind’s a blur of doubt. I’m worried about revealing my true self. So many secrets I’d sworn to keep hidden deep. You caught me looking and broke into a toothy grin. “I bloody love a thunderstorm!” I said, before an awkward silence set in. “How awesome is that rain?!”“It’s amazing,” you replied, still smiling, “can you imagine how soaked we’d be if we were out in it?!” A semi-nervous giggle escaped from those perfect lips and I couldn’t help but picture us outside the window I was looking through. I watched us embrace. I looked on as our lips met and our bodies locked together. I saw every raindrop cascade. "White people," Cat thinks, "they're worse than Japanese."The simple yet elegant carmine red dress Monique wears as she descends the staircase like a princess has none of the frills typical of dresses at the time except for a crimson ribbon above and one below her derriere that gives focus to its rich expanse like a bustle but it is all her real flesh being defined. Though its length hides her ankles, the dress exposes plenty of firm cleavage at the top, her skin at chest and face smooth and. Or perhaps I did. It’s rather hard to say now. Natural curiosity is one thing, losing one’s lifelong partner for curiosity’s sake is quite another. The doctor who sent me so many clients sent me a man once. I was loathed to explain that my practice was strictly for women, but it turned out the doctor was right after all. He was a young Chinese inventor who specialized in inventing machines for helping women who suffered from hysteria. At the time, orgasms were thought to reduce hysteria in.