I loved her! She was the best whore I knew. As it often happens, I was not fucking Tasheka. She was fucking me. Two days later an unmarked envelop sho...ed up at my desk at work. Inside was a CD with last 3 fuck sessions I had with Tasheka. There were many photos as well. There was no letter, no address, no demand for money but the message was clear. I immediately left work and headed to the largely black and hispanic neighborhood Tasheka had her studio. The door was wide open. She was sitting. .. that feels nice," she whispered. He looked down at her profile, her tanned face looking to the right with eyes still closed. He looked up and down her body, and noticed that she was moving her hips ever so slightly."Can you work down on my back a bit?" she asked. Luc lowered his attention to the middle of her back and started rubbing slightly."Lower..." she said. Again, he lowered his attention to the small of her back and continued with the massage."Lower..." she whispered. He wasn't sure. This is where thoughts become reality. Whatever you think here can and will become your new reality. However, you can not simply create reality the way you want it. There are certain...rules that must be followed." What kind of rules exactly?" To be honest, there is but one rule." And that would be?" Simply put, you must accept whatever condition that is set forth in order to enter your new reality." What do you mean?" For example, if I were to say to you 'What if you could walk on your hands. Understanding me and my complexities takes a lot of energy, I suppose. All I know is, I get me!What I know about myself is that I am able to be subservient or dominant depending on the situation and the cast of characters. My closest friends are an intricacy of fun loving, caring, compassionate and extroverted people. Surprisingly, only my dearest friends know my dreams and desires. Amazingly, once shy, I am very outgoing now. However, even having a great singing voice, I, would never.