She stood before me awaiting my move. I had wanted her to be almost dribbling her desire, to be melting in front of me so that I had to grab her just to hold her up. She only stood though, empty-headed and mute, looking at me with just the faintest of mocking smiles. If this had been X, she would have been bubbling with her need, squeezing her own crotch because the itch was so great, thrusting her face out inviting me to slap it and spit into her open mouth. I could tell X to do anything, and I usually did, the ruder the better, because she was always so damned hot for it. Here the silence was too pregnant and stark and any words spoken would sound incongruous and forced. I almost hated her for her statuesque apathy, forgetting that she was under my spell. In the end it was my niggling re
