Last night I was allowed another taste of my favorite drug. As always he made my skin crawl with lust, my heart beat faster, and my thoughts became clouded with only one thought. How to make it last longer, to keep my body from surrendering before I wanted it too, not let the pleasure fade. Mais malheureusement, il avait à la fin. It was ended. Sanwiched between him and his beloved en'girl, dawn, we all relaxed... letting our breathing even out, talking. Soon the tension would rise again, ready for the next hit, the next rush. Dawn offered me to him on a silver platter to be used as he liked. My body rocked under his until we all heard stomping from upstairs and he vanished for a few ehns. When he returned, he was changed, full of rage and needing to release, I became the vessel. He was brutal! Sans mercy! I was in pain, afraid, and held fast under him. His teeth marked my shoulder in a savage bite and I am sure some of my hair is tangled in his fingers. What had changed in such a short period of time? There is his usual rough play then there was last night. I was so frightened! Peur, faire mal. The rage passed and he became tender... later I realized I had passed out shortly afterwards. Who had made him so angry? Poussé ses boutons juste? Perhaps I will never know. I do know today, sore or not... If he called me to him and touched me, I would go willingly and melt in his hands. I am addicted.