You received my text message ordering you to position yourself. A five-minute warning, of sorts. You’ve readied yourself as I desired, wearing nothing but a short dress, sheer stockings, and heels. Obediently, you’re now poised on the side of the bed, bent over, forearms on the pillowed mattress, waiting. You know that I will arrive very soon, but not precisely when. I want you to have the time to think, to anticipate, to savor what … Continue reading Used