Bin ich die einzige Person im Raum, in der ein Sturm wütet? Ich rotiere innerlich, kämpfe gegen die verdammten Gefühle und die Lust die du in mir e...weckt hast an. Ich brenne lichterloh und niemand scheint die Flammen zu sehen, die aus jeder Pore meines Körpers aufsteigen, Funken sprühen. „Hilf mir, so hilf mir doch“, ich schaue dich nicht einmal mehr an. Ich kann nicht, ich bin zu aufgewühlt. Ich habe Angst, dass man mir ansehen würde, wie sehr ich dich gerade begehre.Dich spüren, auf mir. It should have scared me, but instead, it made me even more warm and squishy inside. I really didnt understand what was going on. A week or so later, several of my friends and I were playing in the pool. It was a really hot day, so their mothers had just dropped them off. My mom was mostly staying inside where it was cool. She did, however, bring us out some snacks and some juice or something to drink. She set it up on one of the picnic tables and went back into the house. My friends and I got. It was just part of who I was, and I never questioned it. I enjoyed taking part in all of these activities with my peers, and I was a very good girl. I only started to question things when I turned 16 and the talk between all of the girls was only about marriage and c***dren. They all had exactly the same plan: Graduate high school, go to college, meet the man of their dreams, graduate college, get married, have c***dren and be wives and mothers the rest of their lives. It made no sense to me. Liberated from the estrus cycle that rules the other primates, human woman are in a perpetual state of heat, only our society refuses to let them realize it. Some women adapt comfortably to the repression, but it comes out in little ways, aches and pains, and ungovernable cravings for penile substitutes. ‘I attack their problems with a two-fold approach. First I encourage them to express their sexuality freely, using hypnotic suggestion to make them more amenable to their subconscious desires.