Chapter Five
Midnight Caller
The day has officially finished when I eventually get home from the club. On the journey back my head clears only slightly. Still the fire inside me burns. I feel no less desperate than before and confused as to what I need to sate the flames. The mental images sent excitement sweeping through me despite them not being clear enough to isolate and focus upon. I had felt powerful and wonderfully nasty but not necessarily in control. Something was missing despite the huge intensity. I wanted to be worshipped like never before but the shrink-wrapped male form could neither speak nor move and showed me no adoration except in the hardness of his c**k – and all I could do was lose myself and sit upon it.
Oddly, there are more lights on in my house than there shoul
