August 4, 2003
I don't care how it began, as long as it ends with you in my bed, panting, sweating, breathless begging me to stop, and asking for more. I have watched your legs and ass and breasts and neck move at exotic angles. I know where they need to be to bring you to the deepest levels of bliss. I don't care how it began, as long as it ends with you on the floor, writhing, screaming, choking back sobs of rapture, and laughing through cries of delight. I have watched your eyes question my intentions, I have answered your concern.