The contrast of the bright blue Carolina sky against the green fairway was stunning. The trip was a reward to myself, a week of swing doctoring and un...nterrupted play. Amid the lushness of the golf resort I had not expected to find lust. Lust found me, however, at the weeklong golf school, in the form of a petite and perky short haired blonde who looked ten years younger than her thirty. “Is this station taken?” she asked as she approached me at the practice tee. “No,” I’d replied, as I. Teasing her until the ache and desire is so high that she begs for more. Do you know that feeling?” He didn’t wait for her to answer; he only continued his captivating description. “The electric spark of desire when a woman’s soft lips are against mine always amazes me. The power of a simple kiss and the unstoppable power it awakens within,” he leaned closer, his face only inches away from hers. She found herself looking at his lips. “You know that feeling, don’t you? You remember what it’s. You have to treat her as valued slave property and tell her she is being punished to be correct."Sometimes, though, she wants pain just because it's erotic for her. Her late husband had incredible control with a whip; he could remove light gauze without hitting skin. I certainly can't."I'm no James Bond, but I've been in the field with troops a few times, and, as they used to say in the Civil War, I've seen the elephant. People were shooting at me, and, a time or two, heading at my precious. ‘Have you lain with a man yet’? I looked at my new mother, even through my eyes as a teenager, I saw something bordering witchery in her dark eyes. ‘You mean sex’, I retorted, to which she replied, ‘Yes, fucking, sucking, buggery’? She expressed those three words slowly and deliberately, each one with with a step in my direction, until she stood behind me and put her hand through my long hair, stroking my scalp, and making those tiny whispy hairs on my swan like neck stand on end. I was being.