He belonged to those born to be loved, wanted and cherished while keeping their fierce freedom, those who give their bodies freely while keeping their...hearts and souls unmoved. No woman could keep him for long, he loved the pleasure women gave him toó much to settle for just one. There was a hunger for love in him he did not even know himself, just because it had taken up his whole being and he took himself for granted, just as he took others and whatever emotion he arose in them. Those who. She opened several locks, on what I saw was a reinforced door. It wasn't necessarily Manhattan apartment paranoia, but I was glad to see another aspect of her being aware and careful about security. Her comment about having an ownership share in the club still intrigued me. In our old New Jersey terms, was she "connected"? A substantial part of our high school was Italian, but I didn't think of Carol as particularly ethnic. She is quite light-skinned, but maybe northern Italian with some link. Slowly, Kitten stood, knowing better than to speak now. The damage was done and nothing she said could fix it. Walking to the bedroom, she couldn't stop the trembling even though she tried. She stripped and knelt before the bed, facing away from the door. Completely naked, she waited, feeling vulnerable and scared of what was to come. It felt like an eternity before Sir even entered the room and even longer before he walked towaards. He took his time walking to the dresser, where their "toy. Her friend asked her to go over to her place but she needed release badly. Luckily she only lived five minutes down the road in uni accommodation. She raced through the gate, up the elevator and into her flat. A couple of her flatmates were in the kitchen but with her mind racing with anticipation as to what was to come, literally, she guiltily ignored them and went straight into her room. Now, this was nothing special, just a small room with a single bed, desk, chair and a small en suite..