They met on a dance floor. He exuded sex appeal, tempered strength, and his dark long-lashed eyes twinkled when he smiled. Cathy was smitten from the start; she loved the way he masterfully led her across the crowded dance floor. It was if they were both alone, participants of an intimate dance au deux, instead of in the middle of the noise and the crowd.
The chemistry they shared on the dance floor, translated into their physical intimacy as well. The mutual attraction was intense. Mark seemed to know exactly which buttons to push or calibrate which went beyond the erogenous zones. It was the psychological buttons he knew to push, which helped her shed her inhibitions and give more than she had ever given to any other man.
It was a revelation to Cathy to celebrate thoroughly her womanhood. The other labels, titles, or adjectives were of little relevance; she had finally come into her own skin, and celebrated being a woman. She had no problems achieving orgasms with Mark. He knew how to work her mind and fine tune her body to elicit these convulsive reactions from her. Cathy became addicted to his touch, his lovemaking; she craved to hear his voice. Even calling his answering machine at home, when she knew he was at work or school, and not at home.
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It seemed odd that the more she craved him; he sensed this and appeared more aloof. This drove Cathy insane, and eager to prove her love to him.
Mark knew the power he held over Cathy, and thought it was amusing, and eventually boring, for he disliked clingy women. He was bored and devised a way to get rid of her. Once, when they’ve had too much wine to drink, he suggested she let him take pictures of her, for him to look at during the times they would be apart. She hesitated a bit, and then seemingly mesmerized by his persuasive tone and adulations, as well as his magnetic eyes, Cathy relented.
What started as pictures of artistic expression to emphasize Cathy’s beautiful body, degraded in content in ensuing photographic sessions. They evolved to her posing in pseudo copulating sessions with innate objects, as well as to adding a second party to these sessions.
Cathy thought she was proving how much she loved Mark, by going beyond her comfort zone, her moral paradigms, to prove to Mark how sexy she could be. Mark in turn, thought this lightly amusing, and his dislike for her person grew in proportion to her adoration for him.
To be continued..
Mark knew the power he held over Cathy, and thought it was amusing, and eventually boring, for he disliked clingy women. He was bored and devised a way to get rid of her. Once, when they’ve had too much wine to drink, he suggested she let him take pictures of her, for him to look at during the times they would be apart. She hesitated a bit, and then seemingly mesmerized by his persuasive tone and adulations, as well as his magnetic eyes, Cathy relented.
What started as pictures of artistic expression to emphasize Cathy’s beautiful body, degraded in content in ensuing photographic sessions. They evolved to her posing in pseudo copulating sessions with innate objects, as well as to adding a second party to these sessions.
Cathy thought she was proving how much she loved Mark, by going beyond her comfort zone, her moral paradigms, to prove to Mark how sexy she could be. Mark in turn, thought this lightly amusing, and his dislike for her person grew in proportion to her adoration for him.
To be continued..
