You can come whenever you want, you're always welcome here. Understand that you will feel good no matter what happens to you. I can see that you are breathing fast, panting even, just be aware of the rise and fall of your breasts and follow that flow of air, the tingling sensation in the follicles of your scalp, the tiny beads of sweat developing just around the hairline and below. Me! Just focus on me and what I'm telling you to do now. Feel the prickly itch on the back of your neck as it slowly moves down the spine, between your shoulder blades, to the small curve of your back and around the round mounds of your bottom, and be aware of the tickle of your garments sliding down your thighs, knees, calves and even the panties fall around your ankles.
With the power of your imagination picture the symbol of this church the letters "JL" enclosed in a circle, the pleasing feeling that wraps around you, hugs you as you look up to it and give yourself to it's amazing power.
The symbolic power behind the letters "JL" is mythic! Whole books have been written about it! You'd do well to allow yourself into my inner circle, to relinquish all inhibitions, to open yourself up to me as my masculine powers of sexual energy encompass and possess the very core of your beautiful soul and body. You are mine forever!
In the dark of the warehouse, I had Angela stripped nude, suspended from ropes, pulleys, block and tackle, tied by chains to a thick iron beam in the ceiling. Her ankles were tied to her bare thighs. Wrists behind her back. Straps around her hips and crisscrossing her breasts. She floated face down and horizontally in space. Her pretty auburn hair was matted to her wet pale face. I walked around her observing every detail of her thin body. She was exposed and open to my every touch and anything I might think up, but I would have to hurry as I needed to be done with her soon and with as few marks on her flesh as possible, for she was teaching School.
I wiped the sweat off my face with the bottom of my t-shirt, but she could see I was also wiping away my tears. Trying to avoid looking her in the eyes, I focused on her chipped black nail polish and her hand resting on my knee.
"When your desire has been found, you'll be running far away!" She said in a cracked whisper.
She was right. I always ran from anything that might require effort or was even good for me, and she was both.
The void she left in the apartment was palpable. It seemed dimmer, as though a cloud was passing overhead. There was less oxygen. Hard to breathe. Only my toothbrush in the glass. Only my clothes hanging in the closet. Only my books on the shelves. Carrying the trash out to the dumpster, a tear in the Hefty released some things she had thrown away. Walking back, on the pavement I found a torn picture of us smiling and hugging each other years ago in front of Cinderella's Castle in Disneyland.
Ever have one of those days, where someone calls and you don't answer it, someone knocks at your door and you don't go see who it is, Jesus appears before you in the living room, yet you refuse to accept him as your personal savior or allow him into your heart?
You can relax here. Be yourself. You will not be judged. You will be accepted. You will be loved. Come again, anytime you wish.
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