A temporary machine-like feeling pulses throughout the body, strong and everlasting. These mechanical positions void of all imagination I just want to bend, to be flexible again, twisted and or contorted, by the hands of my lover. An all too sensitive girl, afraid I might break if I were put under any undo pressure. We switch positions, just so I can show her temperamental control. Woah, I didn’t expect her to love the pressure so, more, squeeze harder, please. Funny, she’s starting to use certain trigger words she must have read on the back of one of those, smut magazines. I can’t believe, what I’m seeing, the once demure girl, has to wear, skin tight leather in order to feel. It’s a new day, short bursts of electricity fill our once dull room. I seriously cannot wait to see just how far the girl will go tonight, when she’s the one in total control.