I grabbed him by the shoulders, gave him a long hard kiss and turned him around quickly and aggressively. With his arms down on his sides, I whispered...into his ears “You are mine now my sweet. You are mine,” I let my warm breath caress inside and outside of his ear, down to his neck. I reached my hands around his stomach, up under his shirt, feeling his lean and tight ab muscles and hint of fuzz that would be the start of his treasure trail. My arms slowly worked their way up, finding his chest. One of my little secrets.Even though it's not going to happen, I get incredibly erect andhard every time I think about him and what I'd like to do.I've kept my body underdeveloped. I underplay my malecharacteristics as much as possible. My hair is light blonde.It's almost invisible on my arms. I am tall, but small boned andthin. When I needed a nose job to correct a deviated septum, Igave the plastic surgeon a shopping list of needs. I ended upwith a nose job and a gentle moving of my eyes. In fact, their encounters had been spontaneous, with the exception of one particular gathering she invited him to… but each had definitely been a memorable experience. As she approached, he stood up in greeting as the waiter pulled the chair to seat her. She smiled shyly, not looking directly at him, seemingly uneasy at the formality of a public restaurant – maybe at the idea of meeting him by invitation, rather than by chance. She wore a simple gold chain, with an imposing amethyst pendant. I knew they would be back and I knew that I'd welcome it whenever it came. On Friday night, I masturbated and when I came, it was okay (I mean it's NEVER bad). It didn't come close to when I was with the gang, screaming at the sky. It seemed so pointless.Shaking, I clicked open the email.Subject: The Black VanLittle Slave, Leave a copy of your house key, the house code and the gate code in your mailbox. NOW. From now on, you will not use the security system at night. Every Friday and Saturday.