There is a wanton desire in your eyes, knowing the night that we are about to spend together. We hug and kiss each other. We move to the house and mak... small talk about things going on. I finally get to meet "the cat". Still more small talk as the sexual tension builds. We move to the bedroom where your clothes start to fall off your lovely body. We fall to the bed and begin to kiss and hold each other like long lost lovers. You have removed most of your clothes, lying on the bed in the dimly. Probably borderline insane, Cullen ordered violence or carried it out himself as easily as breathing. His own men were just as likely to be the target of his easy aggression as anyone else was. As a result, only one of those in the room had the nerve to answer.Fraser Gilchrist was the closest thing the clan had to an intellectual. Most of the members were brutal, cunning even, but he was a notch above them all. While not exactly book smart he was still very bright and could run rings round the. ‘Sort of. I don’t want you to think I’m trying to give you the brush-off though’ ‘Never crossed my mind.’ Wry amusement – I may have underestimated his sense of humour! ‘I really enjoyed having sex with you, and I was really glad you stayed last night to keep me company. I mean, what I’m trying to say is I’d love to do this again, and often, but without the strings?’ ‘Fine by me. What red-blooded male wouldn’t want to be able to sleep with a girl as beautiful and fuckable as you and have no. Then she would eventually ask “how are you going to make me a girl?” My response was almost always the same. “You are already a girl. I’m just going to help you be who you already are” was my typical response. I don’t make anyone do anything. As human beings we have the ability to chose. Now guilt, shame, obligation, honor, fear, other emotions, and hormones can make us do things we feel we can’t control. Just because I’m going to treat you like the filthy cum slurping sissy faggot in the.