He was an artist, and enjoyed drawing. He knew that with some of the furniture he had designed would make me the ultimate model for him to base his dr...wings on.In the kitchen was the chair he had imagined from the story he read but there was also a high chair for just in case his little girl got all fussy and needed something to hold her down as he fed her. Things of that sort were all over the place. If only I had known all about this I would never have gone home.As the car pulled up the. I wish I was because its so damn dark. In fact it was so completely dark I was beginning to wonder if my eyes were even open.I tried to touch my face to make certain, but nothing happened. Nothing moved. In fact, I couldn't feel my hand at all. I couldn't feel anything. No arms, no legs, no nothing. I had no sensation of my body whatsoever.After realizing that fact I noticed that I couldn't tell which way was down either.I started to panic.... Well, not really. For some reason I couldn't muster. CUT ME OPEN !!!! SLICE ME !!!! I MUST HAVE IT, IT HAS TO BE THIS WAY !!!!!'You put one hand on my forehead, and begin to apply pressure to my belly with the other, pushing the knife down... My eyes are as wide as my smile as I feel the knife penetrate into my soft willing belly an inch. I know am on my way, and we kiss deeply, savouring this most wonderful of moments.'Thank you !' I say as I feel the knife in me... it is everything I have fantasised about for all these years, and more.. it is. In a flash she was lying flat against his desk, legs spread, shirt buttons flying open before he devoured her neck like a hungry lion that had pounced on an unsuspecting gazelle. Had anyone passed by his office, they would have been caught. But neither of them cared in that moment. Too much sexual tension had accumulated over the months, it had not been clear to either party of just how much until they wound up tangled in each other. She held his handsome face in her hands, kissing him.