I… Finally, I surrender to the sensations, feeling the desire, no, the need to move to control and to sate my lust. Slowly, I step back, and speak, a faint panic in my voice “Bellissa… I try to speak so I can ask who she is, but the words do not come, I try to look into her eyes, yet her hair keeps them hidden as she crawls along the bed like a wildcat, and my attempts to move are thwarted as I find my body stiff and unyielding. Just forget about me…”
I keep running for what feels like hours, never stopping to look around till I reach home, and my arms glisten with sweat, my lungs aching from the lack of breath, as I unlock the door, hanging my head and finally allowing the tears to roll down my face and onto the hallway floor. My heart thunders as our lips press together, and I expect her to push me away any second, to slap me and call me a pervert, but my fears never realize.
