We walked to the bar together and I cheekily started flirting with her, complimenting on her beautiful looks and how she always maintained herself. I...could see that sparkle in her eye, that naughty sparkle which told me that she quite enjoyed my flirting side as she played with her hair and smiled at me. I even went as far as to tell her that she had such a good body and that she would still turn heads now at the age of 32. With that, she thanked me for being so kind, and gave me a kiss on the. A little exercise, something nice to look at, and sufficient time to put the office behind me, and set my mind for family life. I really enjoyed each day when I didn't have to drive my car or ride a bus. One of the extra benefits of living in the centre of town.She was waiting for me in one of the armchairs in the living room. A pot of my favourite Columbian mountain coffee and a glass of Black Renault was on the low table by the sofa, and Helen was dressed in the same yellow summer dress, but. You are mine to enjoy, mine to take my pleasure from. You are mine. Then, I hear it again in the spaces that echo with desires that soon will be unchecked. You are Mine. The capital is an audible one, an internal understanding of the power your apparent weakness gives me. For bound you may be, open to whatever I can conceive, but you still control me as you have from the first. You overwhelm my senses. Your spirit dares me to go beyond what I have known of myself, of my mind, of my heart. And,. You know, and not ruin the friendship, or make things weird.’ ‘What is it?’ I asked. She couldn’t possibly… ‘It’s just… I see those videos we watch, and those women giving head, and it just… does something inside of me. I don’t know what. But it fascinates me, and I want so badly to try it. At the same time I’m worried about trying that on someone I’m dating, because I’m afraid they would see me as a ‘whore,’ and they wouldn’t respect me.’ ‘You’re not a whore if you give a blowjob,’ I said,.