“Do you think of me when we’re not together?” I whispered.
“Oh, often,” she whispered back with her lips close to my ear, “very often.”
And as I felt the warm breath upon my cheek, a sudden wicked feeling came over me…a desire to corrupt her further.
“What do you think about?” I asked.
“I think about the things we do together. The things you do to me,” she sighed.
“Well, what do you do about it?” I queried further, “When you think of the things we do, how do you relieve yourself?”
She immediately knew where I was going with my line of questioning. She stood from my lap and stepped before me, where I sat on the leather chair. Her hands moved lightly along the buttons of her semi-sheer pink blouse. She slowly unbuttoned each, her eyes gazing directly into mine. Her eyes were the color of a turquoise sea on a sunny day in summer; sparkling water beneath searing sunshine. But behind them, something darker appeared…more intense than lust or desire…something primal.