Breath control de Recoil

Who wouldn't want a good girl, a soft hand, a gentle woman for a gentleman? he said, "it's been fine so far but after a while i want more than a soft style. i want some slashes to go with those long ; and so the bedroom became the black room but a year later he wanted something more, something i wasn't quite prepared for. he said, "every woman has an itch and every nice girl secretly wants to ; i like how the skins look on your white hands. i'd like you to deliver one of my ; he said, "every woman has an itch and every nice girl wants to ; he led me in and lit the room with a hundred candles and said "god never gives you more than you can ; i sat astride his chest, "it's just a thrill," he said, as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed, "it's just breath ; he whispered "hold me here" and i did and his head fell back. he whispered "press harder" and i did and his eyes rolled back. it's just breath control. just breath control. i saw him go pale. i saw him seize up, i felt something creep up like a taste for this. like a reward. a kind of love, a kind of lustmord. it was a minute then three then five then ten, he wasn't coming up again. i held on for twelve. i saw him seize and thrash and twist and when he was still, i lifted away my wrists and looked at my hands and tried to understand. "it's just a thrill" i said as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed. i sat aside his chest, "it's just a thrill," he said, "just a thrill. it's just breath control. control, control, it's just breath control, control, control. when it was over, i slipped off the skins and drowned them in the river where we used to swim and a year later in a shop, i was stopped by a man. he said, "i know you're looking for something that's hard to find and i think i have what you have in ; and he led me to a glass case and looked deep into my "it's just ;