Chapter 08
The next time we saw each other was at one of our conferences. 'Everybody' gossipped about us so we had to be much more circumspect at the meetings.
I always sent the finished chapters to him for his comment. He was always excited by them. He had just received chapter 7.
During a break, he said to me, "I'm surprised that you included those last three scenarios. I know that you do those things just for me, and I love them, but I didn't think you'd want them to be part of the record."
I whispered, "Oh, I don't think you understand how I feel about what we do together. First of all, when I make you happy, it gives me a tremendous amount of pleasure, both when it happens and when I'm at home. When I lie in bed and think about your joy, your excitement, you're cumming, I curl up and hug myself because I can do that for you and even more important that you show such excitement and gratitude to me. I'm not used to that in almost any of my other relationships. I just love it."
I added, "Secondly, something has happened to me. I have discovered that I love the darker side of sex. I love to be dirty. I love to go with you to the deeper, more unusual love making. I hope that I can convince you that I want it badly. I love when you give me hard things to do. I love to be able to push past even what you ask me for. I want you to take me deeper. I want to think of things that will take us both deeper. Now, I WANT to go there with you, WANT to be pushed. I am very very hot right now."
At the bar, after the meeting, we sat with friends. Everybody broke into side conversations so it was safe for us to talk. I told him about a massage that I had recently gotten. I said that I couldn't believe it. I was actually getting turned on by it.
He asked me if I fantasized about it going further? I lied a little bit and told him that I hadn't. It's just that his hands just felt so strong and sure. I kind of drifted off into a euphoric cloud.
He told me that he'd write me a fantasy about it. I knew that if he did, it would be hot. Later, I learned how hot. Maybe you've read it in our stories.
It was his turn to talk about what our adventures had done for his fantasy life.
He whispered, "I know that you know this, but I cum a lot. Everything has changed though. I used to cum thinking about whatever I was reading or watching. Now, at the end, just before I cum, the woman becomes you. You are always more than the woman, more outrageous, more willing, more encouraging. I need to stop this. I'm getting hard."
That night, alone in my room, I thought about ways that I could help his fantasies. I took a hanger from the closet and began to beat my thigh. It hurt like hell, but I didn't stop until it was thoroughly bruised.
The next morning, before the meeting started, we were sitting at a table sharing coffee. I asked him if he knew the plant in the corner of the break room, He said that he did.
I smiled, as I told him, "I put a cup behind it. I hope you'll leave a deposit for me to savor. When you're by yourself, I hope you'll think of this."
Glancing around to make sure that no one was watching. I pulled aside my wrap skirt to reveal my bruised thigh.