Xena Warrior

"Sit down," he said.

On this day 10 years ago, I broke off our engagement. I know, Valentine's Day... I'm a savage. But I can't help but wonder if I had remained true to myself, where would we both be? What would have happened if I allowed my yeses to be yeses and my nos be nos?

My whole body jumps as your fingers titillate my nipple. I can't help it, I'm sensitive. Your hand roams under my shirt as we spoon, NOT watching the movie on your TV.

Damn you. Damn your delicious body and your perfectly groomed facial hair. All I ever want to do is run my fingers along your face, muscles, flesh and as Meg Myers put it: "skin you with my tongue." It's not fair that I get turned on just by looking at you. I'm so annoyed with myself but all I can do is think of that last time...

Bar Sinister... Where downstairs is for the misfits and topless dancers, but UPSTAIRS is for those who are searching for their very own Mr. Grey. Only Master Feenix is no sadist, but an artist. A seemingly unimposing man, do NOT judge this book by its cover. While the other "masters" strap women's hands to a horizontal bar, hanging from the ceiling, and use whips as their choice weapons... Master Feenix is the "rigger."

Sitting at my laptop, trying to concentrate...