I felt invincible, akin to a god of war that had never tasted defeat in battle. I waved my scythe in the air as I rushed towards my enemy, performing ...ome sort of a weird dance to signify my lust for battle and blood at that moment, terrifying my opponent even more, if his expression was anything to go by.I came down on him hard, striking him with all the force I could muster. He barely managed to avoid it, backing away in time, making my scythe hit the ground and causing cracks to spread out. Again, the panel wouldn't close down fully.That's actually a relief, she thought. No way to get trapped.She imagined that, if both panels would close fully around her neck, it would look like her disembodied head were sitting upon a wooden table. She then reached out and swung the other panel up and over. She had to lift up slightly so that both panels would close around her neck.With both panels ajar encircling her neck, she lowered herself slowly. Knowing that the panels wouldn't close. "Keep your back arched for me like a good girl, Justine," his fingers ran around the areolas, a ragged fingernail over the brown flesh, tiny bumps popped up, moved closer to the hard nipple.His fingernail hurt! It must be a jagged fingernail, like a knife around her nipple, but she kept her back arched for him, waited, knowing that he would touch her nipple with that ragged fingernail. She knew it would hurt, but the pain was different now. She moaned, his fingernails over her nipples, a finger. “You were my first serious love and sexual partner and tonight, I want all that and more”. She said. “When your hand slid under my bra and your fingers touched my breast; my heart almost stopped and when you grazed my nipple, I almost passed out with excitement”. Phil raised his hand and buried his fingers in her hair, thinking that she was right. Not the act of sex but the anticipation makes all the difference and he was going to have the new first with his previous wife. He cupped her head.