The Demand

Those days I thought a lot about Linda's session. I was particularly shaken by her taunting. I realized that as I gawked at her bare flesh she assumed this incredible power. It was my offering to her as I marveled her luscious toes and inspected every inch up to her tender tummy. My eyes assaulted her breasts, neck, and face. Every second she grew stronger as her movements drowned my consciousness in a hypnotic stew of mystery and lust.

I decided that, since her invitations were not enough, she used her power to provoke me. She wanted to release the savage anger burried inside. I was indeed already prepared to attack anything that approached her. She wanted to experience the attack herself, first hand. To my horror, she nearly received it.

Who exactly was this man beneath this skin, I asked myself. A terrible creature to be sure. But, who exactly was beneath hers? Beneath Vanessa's? The others? I was called to reveal some of my terrible self to find out. But it was something more...

My honor was worthy of more than Linda's inexcusable behavior. I understood what she was saying. This, indeed, was not about me. This was an obligation, and I was derelict in my passiveness. How dare they depend on me, but worse, how dare I let them down.

Was it possible they were asking to be tested? I decided to find out. I sat down at my computer and typed...

Your essence haunts me, my sweet
My morning flower, desire
It could not waver
In pleasing me
In all ways
You, love
Your body
It is a trance
Captor of souls
It runs for me, only me
Around and around, my love, only you

Alright, look, this is a memoir. I'm trying to be as candid as I can with all this, so pardon me for lacking subtleness. If these girls were picking apart my words, I'd give them words to pick apart. A woman obsessed would see that I was asking her to literally run around the track for me the next morning. Only my love would be capable of identifying the request. Only my love would do such a thing. It was outrageous to believe any of them would. No, they couldn't, I decided...