“Tell me about that, why that image?”“That’s from a long time ago.” Jason thought about the line as he looked at the book in front of them o... the table. “That’s one of my earliest poems.”“I know it’s one of your early poems, but you made it the title of your book. Why did you do that? I mean, why is this poem so important to you?”Jason noticed her blue, questioning eyes, her soft lips as she spoke, and found himself distracted by how sweet and serious she was. Damn, she’s pretty, he thought. They would complain that sometimes the actionwas non-consensual, too extreme, or wasn't motivated by affection.Those always seemed like weak arguments when there were categories andkeywords provided to describe the fantasies, like 'femdom andauthoritarian', 'bondage' and 'physically forced or blackmailed'. Ienjoyed reading about all those themes. Living them, as I was doing,might be a different case."Let me get out some wine glasses," she said. "And I'll open thebottle I chilled to let it. I heard him sucking it clean. He plunged it into my welcoming cunt. Then another. He reached up and found my g-spot. I moaned, totally weak. ‘Please fuck me,’ I begged. He said, ‘That’s not the way this works.’ He traced his sticky fingers on my asshole. He started to fuck my ass again. He used two fingers. Then three. ‘You’re hurting me,’ I gave. ‘Already? I guess I know your weak spot then.’ He disappeared. He pressed a dildo to the outside of my cunt. He steadily plunged it in. I cried. He never did find where his old Jeep went. He was forced to buy a new replacement. “Not as good as the original,” he grumbled, “but it will have to do.” Vi teased him about it. “So! New and shiny won’t equal old and worn out, eh?”“You don’t understand,” he growled. “I was used to the old one. I knew all of its quirks. Now, this new thing. I’ve got to learn it all over again.” But when she wasn’t looking, he grinned. He did like the new and shiny, after all.Mike Peterson returned to his cabin in.