July 20, 2004

Deftly and without warning his hand extended out and he grabbed a handful of my hair. Hard, fast, a statement of possession...ownership. I was caught off guard by the suddenness of his action. I was overwhelmed with the gamut of emotions that coursed through my mind. Sexual excitement, mental submission, physical pain of a delicious kind...all these things whirling in my head.

He pulled me to him. His strong fingers interlocked in my unruly tresses.

“God,” he hissed, “I want you so badly.”

I melted. The pain, the passion, the crystal clarity of his demanding gaze.

“But first,” he whispered, “help me get my hand untangled.”