It's become apparent that for Logan, women were the challenge. The scamp, dear Sensia, stumbled into the nearly fatal hands of the mysterious Logan -- or so it appeared at first glance. At crucial points in their meetings, when the situation between them became too loaded with dynamic sexual tensions, he would send her on her way; provide her the opportunity to depart. "Go ahead, head on out pretty lady," Logan suggested. "Don't feel bad about it. Think of this as a step on the way. We've taken mighty leaps in the last few days, and it won't hurt to step back and consolidate a bit."
Sensia agreed, knowing up front that if she stuck around with Logan much longer that evening she would have a dickens of a time keeping her pants on. Not that he would coerce her out of them. She wanted, yearned for this sweet, gentle man to handle her body, like he was now, only everywhere. Now, he's urging her to go, step back and take a few deep breaths. "What is with this guy?" Sensia exclaimed to herself. Now she wanted him more than ever.
"Ay Chihuahua," Logan laughed to his Cosmic Companions later that evening. "Never have I stroked, squeezed and fondled a bosom as magnificent. We have taken such mega-leaps within such a brief time, in the name of getting somewhere with a woman. I need to get to sleep. Rave On Cosmic Cowboys, I think I might enjoy this story a lot."
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"What a wild one," Logan exclaimed to himself the following evening. "Sensia was almost over the line today." Since she was still in town waiting for her flight out to D.C. and home to her husband Ted, she called and headed out with him twice to be alone. She was all over him even as he was all over her. Never had he played with such breasts. He held her bottom while they kissed, and kissed, and kissed, pressing her mound against his. He sat with his hand between her spread legs playing his thumb up and down between her thighs. She had jeans on, but they both knew what they were doing.
"This is so awful in so many ways." Logan agonized to his Cosmic Companions. "It would be lovely if there were an easy, painless way out of the situation we have created. Passion has us cornered. We both want it so bad we can feel it." They slipped into lip lock that wouldn't quit during the day. His hands were again all over her tits, her bottom, her sides, up to her loins, to the point that they were on fire. They would break away from each other, realizing they were out of their minds, and they must cease and desist. They would back off for 5 minutes or so, and the next moment, they would be wrapped in each other arms, going at it again, even more intensely.
Logan talked of stopping, but that seemed to spur Sensia on to greater intensity. It was as if she was on the verge of losing something she really wants, needs to have happen. She needed to be told in a thousand ways that she was a woman, she was desirable, she was savage, and she drove him wild. It appeared, Sensia saw this as the opportunity to have that happen. Logan was having a hard time generating the energy to send her packing. It seemed so much more delightful to imagine her body going wild in orgasm, with his going right alongside it.
Despite his interest to the contrary, Logan found it intriguing when a situation such as with Sensia concluded as it did. In the end he sent Sensia out the door, her virtue intact, feeling like she really could have done so much more, but, gee, he let her go feeling safe. Admittedly he played with her for a long while, tormenting her nipples, holding her bottom and working it as if they were making love, running his fingers up and down between her legs, kissing her and kissing her.
Sensia got all that tantalizing and play, still making it out with no problems. She could feel safe that she didn't drop her drawers and go clear over the line. They had apparently drawn a line right about there... Neither was certain how stable or permanent that line was, but it provided opportunity to calm down, consolidating the sensory input that flooded into their worlds day after day. Otherwise they were likely to explode. In turn, Sensia felt safer, and would be more comfortable, more eager the next round, almost a certainty.
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Indeed, Logan was caught in the downs. "I think I talked myself into passing on Miss Sensia," he recalled. "I need to let it go, step out of this picture, get away before it blows Sensia's home paradise with Ted away." He thought it could turn off that way, and she would agree. Logan let on about it to the pretty lady that way in phone conversations. He talked around about it that way with her during their Monday afternoon meeting a couple weeks later. There was great doubt it would work that way though. He got the response that he actually expected. Sitting back and fighting with him, Sensia was not at all tickled with his mindset.
Logan pointed out that sometimes on Mondays he takes this negative view point on the world around him. Sensia responded that it was probably a mistake to talk to him on a Monday about where they were headed. She refused to hear they should call the whole thing off. She did not want to hear that at all. "After all, don't we make up our own reality?" she threw at Mr. Taoist.
"My point," Logan replied with a bit of surprise in his voice, "was that we make up reality, but some serious realities out there that we do not have control over, are the ones that crack you over the head."
"I don't know, my dear Cosmic Heroes," Logan puzzled later, "this blows me away. I've never been on quite this end of the story before." Looking from another view point - Sensia was at a place where she really wanted to take a step and have some sexy fun. At least to take that step to have another man run his hands over every inch of her body, making love to her repeatedly until she is limp, used, exhausted.
Logan happened to fit into that role for her at this point in her existence. If he did not step into it, certainly someone else will. She didn't lack for male admirers. There's also the possibility if they did up close and personal writhing for a few turns, they could drop it at that critical point before it became a destructive problem. He had been down that road before.
"Oh, indeed," Logan laughed to his Cosmic Companions, "I am working on a good justification, especially since we made plans for lunch tomorrow." When he asked if she had anything going the following afternoon, "Well, that depends on what you want to do tomorrow afternoon," Ms Sensia slyly responded, giving a little kiss. "Oh yeah, of course, no question I'll pass on something like that. Can You imagine?" he marveled. The staggering ingredient in the interaction - Sensia sounded very like she was ready to move on. She had stepped through some doors, around corners, and kind of knew what she wanted.
"Oh, yiiieeee!" Logan wailed to his Cosmic Team. "This drives me crazy." Once he was with her though, it all came back, seemed so natural. Kissing her in the copy room seemed "normal", something they did. It fascinated Logan to see them traverse this adjustment phase. Once through it, they felt comfortable touching, kissing, holding each other, handling her breasts, running his hands up her legs. "Boy that's bizarre my dear Cosmic Cowboys," Logan added, being one to always over-analyze involvements.
Given Sensia's responses, it reinforced Logan's inclination to proceed with the ravishment of her sweet body. He commented to her that he knew how it felt having someone tell you that it should be ended, having experienced similar things with Jessica. Bordering on tears, nodding her head, Sensia indicated that, "yes, it really hurts, upsets. When you want to move full speed ahead and someone throws it back suggesting we quit, it's upsetting. I'm ready to rock...,"
"If I were truly manipulative," Logan speculated to himself, "I would have thrown that disappointment at her, hooking her into following through with it. Putting the picture together that way it sounds like forbidden fruit, something she had to get into." Logan marveled, "It's bizarre the way this works. You know as well as I do that it would be impossible to resist that pretty, delightfully structured woman." When he gets away somewhere, he may think they should knock it off. But once close to her, it's perfect to reach over and kiss her and move to the delightful pursuits of the previous week. The amusing part - it was her inclination too. They kissed. They kissed savoring the excitement, the thrill.
