"It was just a normal evening for me. I was on my desk in my apartment studying up on one of my law subjects. I wasn't expecting anyone, but there was a small knock on the door. I didn't have peephole so all I could do was open the door a little bit just to see who was outside. There he was. A tall, lean guy wearing a black sweater and black pants.

"I cautiously asked who he is and what he wanted; but suddenly he pushed open the door and a sense of panic rose in my heart. I reached for my phone and called my emergency contact, Grant. My time was so limited that all I could scream was 'Grant, help!' I did this just as he closed the door behind him and rushed towards me.

"He forcefully grabbed me by the neck and wrist, then he dragged me towards my bed. He pushed me onto it, face down, and placed my arms behind me. He pinned me down so hard that my neck was stretched--restraining me from screaming. There, he pulled down my sweatpants and he unbuttoned his pants, my voice was so muffled that I could only cry and groan.

"Every part of my body hurt from his rough-handling. And when he pushed himself into me, it was the first time I heard his voice through a deep groan--almost a growl. This made me cry in pain. I didn't know how long it was, how long he relished in his achievement. But it was then that my partner, Grant, barged into the door.

"His face was a mixture of anguish and rage when he bolted towards the man taking me. He pulled him away and started beating him up--I didn't see much. At that moment, all I could do was curl into a ball and cry. My body hurt so much and I didn't have a clue when I blacked out.

"When I regained my consciousness, my vision was still blurry and I was confused by the noise. I slowly realized that I was in an ambulance and there he was beside me, all bloodied up. During that time, I didn't know that I was bleeding heavily from the assault. I felt my body ache and drifted to black once again.

"That was everything that happened from my point of view, and I want everyone to hear that exactly from me. Yes, I am a victim but it doesn't mean I no longer have a voice. So here I am, laying it all out to everyone." The room was silent, no one dared speak up against her story. Every detail of what she said they all soaked up--it was as if they really were there at the scene.

She sighed softly as she sat back on her chair, contented with what she has told. After a few more moments, the judge cleared his throat, "Thank you for your testimony, Ms. Alto. Let's have a break before we proceed with the questioning. Court adjourned."

After blindfolding him, she wrapped the chains of the cuffs on the headboard of the bed and cuffed his wrists. Slowly trailing the tips of her fingers from his wrists to his arms then chest and finally circling on his nipples which perked at her touch. She purred in a low, seductive voice, "I've cuffed you down so you won't be able to move. Remember, the purpose of this is to restrain you--to keep you from stimulating yourself in any other way and to let me pleasure you in every possible way. Now if you try to escape these cuffs, I will slap your soft cheeks very, very hard. But if you stay the good boy you are and endure what I'm about to do to you, you will be given an immensely pleasurable reward."

This made him groan in a low voice, then she grazed her teeth along the stubbles of his jawline. She whispered, "Just tell me if you're uncomfortable, I'll stop and release you." Her lips and breath traced down from his wrist to his arm then his neck and chest, then on his belly and along his happy trail. He breathed heavily and sighed when she stopped.

He heard her walking away and picking something up not far from him, soon he heard the familiar slapping of small leather strips on a surface, perhaps her palm. The insides of his boxers twitched along with the slapping of the whip. Then she came closer to his ear, "You have no idea how hot you look right now."

He heard her walking around him and felt the familiar cold feeling of the thin leather strips along his legs, thighs, belly, and chest. He inhaled sharply as the tips of the whip grazed his already sensitive nipples. Then she asked, "Ready?" He nodded slightly and replied in a hoarse voice, "Yes..."

Once more, the whip grazed his skin for a few moments before he felt a surprisingly soft lash on the insides of his left thigh. He opened his mouth and let out a surprised moan, he never knew where she was going to hit him next and the thought made him twitch again. The whip touched his skin softly again then suddenly it lashed on the center of his chest, sharply hitting his nipples, he groaned louder as it did so.

"More?" her voice sounded more rough, he nodded eagerly. She let the whip graze more softly on his skin and letting it linger awhile, then the whip hit once more on his belly. He groaned and whimpered, "Oh, please..."

"Please what, baby?" she whispered, a hint of a smile on her voice. Then he mouthed the words, "Fuck me." One more time, the whip grazed his skin before landing a last sharp lash on his right inner thigh and at that he groaned loudly. She then threw the whip on the floor and took a bottle of oil. She began caressing and massaging his torso and thighs before completely removing his boxers. He sprang free, he was already breathing raggedly anticipating her next move.

He heard the ripping of the condom and then she placed it on him; she straddled him as she slowly took off his blidfold. He squinted against the dim light before seeing her big, beautiful brown eyes scorching intensely into his.

A small conspiratorial smile crawled on her lips and slowly she sank him into her. When a small O formed on his mouth, she invaded him with her tongue and this made him moan against her mouth. She continued kissing him as she moved slowly; she then sat back and gazed down at him, "You have such an amazing body, baby."

As a response, he closed his eyes and moaned once more; she smiled and began kissing his neck trailing down to his collarbones. At that she felt his twitch and suddenly pulled him out of her, he gasped. She bit her lip, "Don't come just yet."

She leaned back and toyed with his nipples as she did that same procedure, pulling out when she senses he was almost there. He couldn't stop moaning, so teased with what she was doing. He finally whispered, "Please..." She grinned as she gazed at him and his naked body sprawled and restrained under her. She moved, gradually going faster and faster. She felt herself building up and him twitching inside her. At that moment she threw her head back and moaned so sensually as she came with him.

They were both panting as she finally removed his cuffs, she smiled triumphantly at him. "Enjoyed?" she asked sweetly. He nodded at her with a tired but contented smile, "Always."

 She was sitting outside the coffee shop, wearing a plain white V-neck shirt and a black flowy skirt. Listening to Seven Days in Sunny June by Jamiroquai and smoking a cigarette, she waited for him. She looked around nonchalantly as the smoke blew out of her red lips--and then their eyes met. He was walking hurriedly towards her, she smiled subtly. "I am so sorry I kept you waiting," he said, out of breath. She smiled at him sweetly, looking up at him even as the glare of the sun was hitting her face.

He was wearing a plain pink business polo and blue jeans, and he was sweating. She slowly got up to give him a hug, "Hey, it's been such a long time." He smiled at her breathlessly, "It has and I've missed you." They were not a couple, they weren't friends. They once had dinner and never saw each other again because of circumstances that hindered them--for more than two years. His lips brushed against her hand, his hand grazing over her knee. When they sat down he stared at her, sometimes mesmerizing about her eyes and sometimes trying to read her unreadable eyes.

She had the same look now: smiling conspiratorially with her mischievous-looking eyes. But oh so attractive, so sexy. He really did miss her. "How have you been?" she broke the silence as she finished her cigarette. Seconds passed as he gazed at the cigarette touching her lips and he thought, 'God I want to be that cigarette.' He swallowed then smiled, "I've been so productive at work!" And then he proceeded to talk about how he had been for the past two years.

She looked at his animated face and smiled, remembering how he had been exactly the same when talking about his work. He was fascinated with her and she was fascinated at how magnetized she was by her. And at that exact moment, she missed him. For the past two years, she regretted that she hadn't continued seeing him. The unfinished business clawed at her mind like a phantom limb--especially on those nights she was thinking about him. Why hadn't she kissed him? It was not common for women to make the first move but, damn, she wanted him. She wanted him more now.

"That's very interesting, I'd almost forgotten how enthusiastic you are with your work," she noted so as not to seem as though she wasn't listening. "How about you? How have you been?" he asked, finally being able to blurt it out. "Oh, you know, I'm beginnig life just now. I almost feel as though I have been tied down since I was a kid. Now, it's a lot different. But I don't want to talk about that..." she looked slowly up at him, " I want to talk about why we met today."

"What I said before, it was true, especially for the past two years. I have been aching to see you. I always need to see you. I just needed to," he said in a quiet voice. She raised an eyebrow, "Why is that?" At that moment his eyes darkened, "I just needed to see you."

They quieted down when the waiter arrive to hand them their coffees. "I see you ordered me a drink," he beamed. She shrugged nonchalantly, "I didn't know what you wanted so I ordered the most typical drink there is." He looked at her, "That's really sweet, you're still so beautiful and sweet." She almost laughed as she drank her coffee, "Beautiful and sweet?" He nodded, "And gorgeous and intelligent and sexy."

Her eyes widened a fraction--he caught her off guard--then she slowly smiled. "Oh, there's another thing, an awesome thing just happened very recently. I started renting a condo unit of my own. Though since it's new, it doesn't have much stuff except for my bed and a couch." It piqued his interest, 'Why is she telling me this?'

"Wow, congratulations! I would love to see that..." he smiled at her gently. She smiled shyly--he loved this look--then she replied, "I've never let anyone come there yet since it doesn't have much décor, but I think it'd be OK to let you drop by and see it." He laughed at this, "You're embarassed, aren't you? How's this, let's go buy some food and drinks and we'll continue our conversation in your apartment?" She grinned then shrugged.

After finishing their coffee, the two bought wine and pizza then headed to her apartment a few blocks away. When they got to her door she fumbled with her keys and tried opening the door, "Just to warn you, there's not much here." He smiled behind her and leaned close to the back of her shoulder. As she opened the door, she opened the dim lights. The place had more decorations than she'd told him, but it was a pleasant surprise. "It's pretty, it really suits you."

"You can put the pizza on the coffee table and the wine in the fridge," she said as she walked over to a counter with her music player. She attached her iPod and played some jazz music which surrounded her whole apartment. He didn't mind the dimness of the room but he opened the lamp beside the couch as he took a seat facing the bed across the studio type room and the window behind that, then he smiled comfortably and closed his eyes for a bit feeling his exhaustion from hurrying to meet her. A few minutes later, he opened his eyes and saw her silhouette.

She was slowly taking off her clothes by her bed, he didn't see her completely but he saw her skin illuminated by the light coming from outside the window. He wasn't sure if he made a sound because she looked back at him, as if startled, "Sorry, I thought you were taking a nap so I decided to change clothes here." She had a smile on her lips, or at least he thought. "No, don't be, I don't mind." He really didn't, he wanted to see her. Every part of her. But he knew that wasn't the right moment.

Once she'd put on some clothes, she walked slowly over to him, she was wearing a loose, plain white shirt which hid her shape--and perhaps nothing underneath, or so he hoped. He resisted the urge to grab her that moment, instead he bit his lower lip. She opened the pizza box and grabbed a slice, she took a bite and smiled conspiratorially at him before walking to the fridge. "So," he cleared his throat, "What do you do here when you're alone?"

"I read, while listening to music and drinking wine right where you're sitting." She opened the fridge and took out the wine, then she got two glasses from her cupboard and walked back to him. He took the bottle and opened it as she placed the glasses on the coffee table. Then she fell on the couch beside him, her shirt inching up her thighs--he inhaled sharply and fumbled to pour the wine into the glasses, then handed her a glass.

For a moment, they sat there looking at each other while sipping their wine. The she smiled knowingly, "I bet you never expected this moment to happen." He was just gazing at her, her eyes and lips. Her skin and her nightshirt. And she gazed back at him, his wide eyes and slightly open mouth. His swallowing and the sweat rolling down his neck. For a moment, they were like that. Suddenly, she jumped up and walked over to the surround sound music player.

She was looking for a good song and didn't notice him approach her from behind. Without getting too close to her, he leaned forward and lightly kissed her shoulder. This startled her, but she didn't move--then his hand brushed her hair to the other side and leaned in again to kiss her neck softly. She exhaled slowly. It was as if all her senses had suddenly piqued.

He couldn't resist any longer. He just had to have her, he'd waited too long. As he kissed her shoulder and neck once more, he wanted more to be closer to her. So he slowly wrapped his arms around her waist, his palms flat against her belly. She felt every little thing he did, and so her fingers began dancing on the side of his thighs. He slowly turned her around and gazed into her eyes longer. Slowly, they leaned into each other.

As their lips met, both felt a static ring from their lips. And while the song The Fall by Rhye began to play, their kiss deepened and became more passionate. She put her arms around his shoulders and grabbed the back of his head, gathering his hair in her palms. He slithered his hands around her waist, gently squeezing her. Both were feeling pure passion. Lust was dominating their senses and they couldn't resist each other any longer.

He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She sat on the counter, in front of the music player, as he caressed her waist then her hips then her thighs, his hand went up to her backside and gently squeezed them as he pulled her closer to him. As he did this, she began to unbutton his shirt and then pressed her palms against his chest. He then took off his shirt and their lips parted, gazing at each other before kissing again.

"I've wanted you for so long," she whispered softly against his mouth. "I've wanted you for too long," he whispered back with a hoarse voice. Without a warning she grabbed his shoulder and pushed him at arm's length, "I want you. Right now." At these words, he carried her towards the bed. He carefully laid her down and went on top of her, she felt nothing but the sheet under her and his skin against hers. He began to pull her shirt above her body and threw them on the floor, his eyes widened seeing nothing underneath. She grinned and began to take his belt and pants off. He helped her, and once it was off he kissed her more roughly.

They looked into each other's eyes. They smiled. Both were thinking, 'This was long overdue.'