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Soon I woke when I was sleeping with a restless reaching feeling but did
not know what I was reaching for. I got up and started walking, but soon
found I was stalking prey that I could utilize for more than just an easy
conversation, or an evening's inspiration. Now the time was right for
something more. As I walked I thought of flies that stuck to sticky pecan
pies that people put upon the window sill, and how those fine fat flies
would feed until they satisfied their greed then buzzed about in panic
till they died. Knowing where my feet would take me if I kept on moving,
made me see myself exactly like those flies. Drawn into a situation that
with some consideration never would fulfill its smiling smell. But there
was no hesiatation in my step or in my making sure the door was quiet when
it closed. And as I walked into the darkness, I could sense a wakened
sharpness penetrating deep within the room. Then I touched her arm and
throat, and found beneath my hand a coat of moisture though the night was
not too warm. The other one was breathng deeply, so I thought he must be
sleeping, but then again I wasn't really sure. "Hold me tight and be my
master," someone whispered and I fastened fingers of my own around her
wrists which strangely were secure behind her as I began to mount and bind
her to myself wit force I could not hold. Then I seemed to hear a snicker
but I was so busy with her that I did not notice him until I felt him but
his hands around my throat anad squeeze as if the sounds I made should not
escape into the air causing me to moan too loudly as I jerked on out the
fire that I no longer could control. I was first to see the flashing
blinding light of liquid lasing out arms, but my convulsions spread to my
writhing young companions who were lost in unabandoned cream that soon
would crack and fade away. Afterwards, when it was quiet and the bonds had
been denied, I told them that we should do this again. BUt I said it would
be wrong to play these games of weak and strong together without me around
to help them understand the dangers in it, for there were so many and they
simply were too young to understand.
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Soon I woke when I was sleeping with a restless reaching feeling but did  not know what I was reaching for. I got up and started walking, but soon  found I was stalking prey that I could utilize for more than just an easy  conversation, or an evening's inspiration. Now the time was right for  something more. As I walked I thought of flies that stuck to sticky pecan  pies that people put upon the window sill, and how those fine fat flies  would feed until they satisfied their greed then buzzed about in panic  till they died. Knowing where my feet would take me if I kept on moving,  made me see myself exactly like those flies. Drawn into a situation that  with some consideration never would fulfill its smiling smell. But there  was no hesiatation in my step or in my making sure the door was quiet when  it closed. And as I walked into the darkness, I could sense a wakened  sharpness penetrating deep within the room. Then I touched her arm and  throat, and found beneath my hand a coat of moisture though the night was  not too warm. The other one was breathng deeply, so I thought he must be  sleeping, but then again I wasn't really sure. "Hold me tight and be my  master," someone whispered and I fastened fingers of my own around her  wrists which strangely were secure behind her as I began to mount and bind  her to myself wit force I could not hold. Then I seemed to hear a snicker  but I was so busy with her that I did not notice him until I felt him but  his hands around my throat anad squeeze as if the sounds I made should not  escape into the air causing me to moan too loudly as I jerked on out the  fire that I no longer could control. I was first to see the flashing  blinding light of liquid lasing out arms, but my convulsions spread to my  writhing young companions who were lost in unabandoned cream that soon  would crack and fade away. Afterwards, when it was quiet and the bonds had  been denied, I told them that we should do this again. BUt I said it would  be wrong to play these games of weak and strong together without me around  to help them understand the dangers in it, for there were so many and they  simply were too young to understand.  --------------------------------------------------------------------------