He was bored. They had done all the right romantic flirty things. She was married. Of course the husband did not pay quite enough attention to her. And she was flattered, even titillated by the rhythm of their online chats and the sensual tension in their emails. But he was bored.
It was her attitude. He had seen it before. It reeked smug. Although she never said anything, he could tell. Unconsciously she thought of herself as one to be wooed, to be won. Her sex like some golden prize, locked securely behind an iron clad gate and she dangling the key in front of him and then not. She was used to being the sexual gatekeeper in her relationships. He was bored with her not realizing just what she really was. She was a whore to be used.
He gave her one last chance. From work, in the middle of the day, he sent her this email.
"Flower,
As a dominant male I have an individual style. I have observed over the years that styles tend to run towards the physical rather than the mental. This is fine, for non-consensual sex is as individual as the number of people who partake of its gifts.
My manhood is a celebration of one thing. I honor femininity. To submit to me is to agree to walk a deeply sensual and sexual path, to have the doors to your primitive inner animal opened. We humans are such arrogant beings; we delude ourselves into believing our intellect has raised us above that of lower species. In my view this is a highly structured and intellectual lie. We humans are animals, driven by our passions, emotions and evolution.
