After getting back in my car and you into yours, I follow you the few blocks down the street to the hotel. When we get there I pull my car in behind y...urs and get out. As your getting out, I notice you reaching into the backseat and pulling out a paper bag. That’s when you tell me that you had just stopped at the store and bought beer to take back home. Feeling a mixture of nervousness and excitement, I follow you into the hotel, and stand quietly by as you get us a room. I watch as you open. ”“You mean it’s not a book that you’ve read or a story your mother read to you as a child?”“Nope, it’s from up here,” he said pointing to his head, “from ‘Jim’s encyclopedia of nothing,’ as one of my high school teachers used to tell me.”“Jim, that’s it; that’s what you could do. You could become a writer.”“I don’t know Erika, we could starve to death before I could complete a book, much less get someone to publish it.“You’d have to keep your day job and write at night and on weekends. I could. I needed some breath after that. This was not like any of those normal ones I had before. It was totally on a different level. I was drenched from the waist down.She came next to me and whispered “Took you long enough. I love my men taking control of me and not the other way around” then she gave a small nibble on my ear which sent shivers down my whole body. This woman, this sexy seductress knew ho to pull the right chords. My boy was up and running in no time. I jumped on to her, tore her. .. drip.... The sting is for only a moment before the candlewax cools against my right breast; it's enough to make me wince, but not enough to stop... Drip.... drip..... drip.... The left breast is nearly covered in cooling candlewax. I decide to cover my sensitive little nipples. "Oh shit," I gasp, as I assault my nipples with the pain and pleasure of melting wax before moving to drip down my stomach. By the time I'm done, my upper body looks like a splatter artwork of red wax. I drop the.