There’s a constant buzz inside her, images of their games wash in and out at the most unexpected moments. Good job no one can read her mind, she smiles.

Always present, an ever burning background noise, her desire for his touch. It’s not as simple as that though. His touch, his control. A pot-pourri of wishes. A raging hunger for a mixed menu. She could bite someone, something, just sink my teeth in and savage while all the time time her mind chants:' I need need need it. It, everything, something, anything, it. Now, please!'

The relief, just the sheer relief of him walking in and taking over. His decisions, his choices, his controls. He’s fully aware of her desperation. She knows he’ll use it.What better sex weapon is there when she is in this state of mind than her own very mind?

Her body screaming and aching to respond to just the warmth of his body. His voice lapping over her, washing her mind with warm sordid wants. She knows her body betrays her, skin flushing, responses apparent in every place that he expects. 'I need need need…. it.' her mind chants still,her body joining in. The craven desperate whore. So close now she can taste it. Yet he waits and plays, toys and torments, enjoys the moment. She's all impulse and burning need, now now now she's screaming inside.

He smiles and loiters, pauses and peruses. Takes his pleasure, builds and calms, builds and calms, her storm. Now now now. How can he wait. What better thing than to see this woman controlled by a smile, a finger, a word, anything.

Now now now. Finally he smiles, to the bed he says