A favorite dinner plate, a favorite spoon, a favorite spot on the couch. My parents told me that I was obsessive, and maybe I am. Can’t blame a girl...for sticking with something once she found something perfect. Pulling open the dishwasher, I noticed my cup in the front and pulled it toward me. Closing the dishwasher behind me, I turned to the teapot and waited, taking the time to look around the kitchen. I could not remember ever seeing my house this late at night before, and to be honest, it. “Then, I’m going to escort you to the bed where I’m going to bend you over, face down. You’ll keep your hands above your head throughout this. Then, I’m going to slowly spread your legs and kneel behind you,” he whispered into her waiting ear. She purred at the thought and the building heat and pulsing between her legs was now palpable. The mixture of his breath on her, his proximity, and the thought of being in that vulnerable position was numbing her ability to think of anything beyond her. In the gym we worked thru the moves that Jen wanted to see and a few others, we did them slowly and precisely. Lorrie was watching intently, copying the moves. After several dry runs we started at the beginning and went full bore through the complete self defense program I was going to do the at the rape prevention program. After two hours I left Jen and Lorrie to continue the workout, I had just enough time to shower, dress, eat and make it to work on time.After the normal shift starting. It’s ok.’ He said, rolling over so that he was laying on his back next to me. He removed his black t-shirt and kicked off his shoes. ‘Sex is mostly instinctual anyway. Just do what feels good. Explore. Play. Have fun. It’s the only way to learn.’ He laid back and put his hands under his head. ‘Remember what I said? Your in charge here. Just keep in mind, you can only tease a guy so much before he reaches his limits of control.’ ‘What’s your limit?’ I asked him, sitting up. My displaced bra was.