Those pale blue eyes held her gaze for a moment. Pain, loneliness and uncertainty filled their depths. But there was something else as well. Awareness...gripped Esther’s guts like a vice. Her throat tightened until she was barely able to move air through it. Sexy. Smokey. Strong. Words raced like wildfire across a dry East Texas pine forest, kindling and burning everything in its path. She was not a loose woman. In all the years since her one mistake as a freshman in college, she could count on. While I do this, you will maintain eye contact with me. If not, you will be punished. Understand? I nod. You then move and pin my hands above my head. So youre holding me down by my wrists. You then move your lips to my ear and start biting down on my earlobe. Then you start leaving a trail of kisses from my ear, down my jaw. Your lips JUST barely brush past mine, making me whimper and squirm. You finally bring your lips to mine. And your tongue moves into my mouth and meets mine. They move. "So intoxicated with the kissing, I obeyed, moving to her in an almost hypnotic state. Reaching her, I leaned in and kissed her.She kissed me back, surprisingly tenderly. Her personality is normally so aggressive that I assumed it would be raw...yet I melted into her.This kiss lasted longer and wasn't stopped until Sara said, "Lesbians, we are here."Becka broke the kiss and quipped, "I think we may have given you the wrong nylons."All the others laughed at the strange statement."Let's go slut,". ”“She said she’d like to meet the guy, and that’s when I asked about what she said to Elaine. She blushed bright red, but didn’t deny it. I asked her if she was serious about it, and she nodded. I told her the same guy who could mentor her had the resources to help her. She said she’d like to meet him.”“Does she know about Cirque du Steve?” I asked.“Only the barest details.”“I’m still not sure this is a good idea.”“Tell me how this is different from any of the many girls you’ve helped in one.