Sometimes, I leave my sex in spectator. My caresses put you on a path(way) where my desire wants to pull(entail) you farthest possible. He(it) looks f...r your enjoyment by affecting(touching) you, by pressing you in different ways, by letting my mouth nibble you, my lips to touch(brush), to upset you. I want to wait to fill better of this strength which you stimulate of a sigh, a collusive look, a confident smile. I become the flying carpet which surrounds you and takes you.My desire. It is not about the mind control of drugs, world superpowers or even espionage groups. It concerns one scheming clever manipulating woman and my lack of experience in the sex department and of course my rampant teenage hormones.Before I start my epic tale of caution, I had better fill you in on my background a little; for it is partly the cause of the finished results and opened the gateway for all that followed.I had a near normal upbringing of typical parents who chose not to divulge the. Maggie and Fang were soon fast friends, and we would throw their ball and Frisbee and they never fought over them. Fang only chased his ball, Maggie only chased her Frisbee.On the dating scene things changed a little. I was now dating here and there, but never for any guy very long. However, my semi-celibacy was relieved at least for a few days when Aaron came to interview with my company. I found his name on a list of applicants, and went and told my boss I had to recluse myself from handling. Moon quickly fell asleep on a bail. The door opened as what seemed to be another girl his age. She crept over to him. A strong face! She looked him over. Was he dying or just extremely tired? Moon sat up, and made a move for his sword. She moved into a combat position. The girl made a frightened face."Who are you?" Moon asked in a whisper."My name is Yuki" she lied. Her name was actually Snowhalk of the Fuma Clan. Moon weighed what he would say next."My name is Nanashi" Snowhalk struggled to.