When hanging out with a predator, always keep one eye in the back of your head.
Things had been so beautifully intense the last few days.
Not that they aren't always intense.
In one way or another.
But these few days it was in the beautiful way.
Sensual, sexual, and very intimate.
He called my surprising (to him) delight in certain music "endearing."
We e-mailed a bit this morning. It felt as if we were spending the Sunday morning together. He said how the sweet, sexy messages I had sent him last night pleased him. I wrote about the music I was listening to on his Rhapsody account, and the article I was reading in the Sunday New York Times. (Kenneth Branagh as director of a big budget summer movie. In 3-D yet!) He updated me about a possible night together in a few weeks.
And then he said: "I read your email about the butt plug but can't seem to find it again. Have you tried it yet? Are you planning to do anything with it today?"
The new butt plug.
My latest sample for review from EdenFantasys.
It arrived yesterday.
Which I reminded him.
And asked if he wanted me to try it today.
So I did.
As I reported.
Through the letters on the screen, I could hear his voice.
It became hard.
A hand closing around my neck.
He had gone to his other place, it seemed.
"I have, my pet. And I may remain there until Tuesday."
I feel the hot breath of the beast on my neck...