Suzette was the kind of girl..

Suzette was the kind of girl that liked to be tied up with her own clothes. Tonights attire included a black natural fiber tunic with batiked Japanese cats and a Nehru collar. Empire darted on the outside with strong cotton canvas piping left long to tie back around her waist, it was instead at this time in the evening, serving as soft handcuffs around her wrists. There was something that turned her on about the thought of her wardrobe playing double-duty. In one moment building up her ego and in the next breaking her down. Something efficient about the use that turned on her handful of synaesthetic genes.

She thought this mid face-slapping. Hog tied, painted toes in the air wrapped taught by her lover's bicycle tire stitched belt, hands behind her head , face half covered by her wrist immobilizing tunic. She had some of her best ideas in the breaths between the edges of stimulation. Whether it be the prickly sensations of pain or the long pulse of pleasure, each gave a texture to her internal feelings. He'd become more comfortable with slapping over the past few weeks, taking to initiating it this time around without her having to ask.

Kincaid's deepest nature began to unfold the first time he was asked to physically hurt a woman, by that very woman. It required him to coax through great hesitation within himself as he had known no other way than to love women with kind words and caresses. A foreign and hugely questionable act; that of marking a woman with the physical shape of his hand. But, to hear Suzette's moans of ecstasy, to see her pupils enlarge, and to feel her wet with anticipation there was no longer a doubt in his mind that this was the right direction to be exploring.

A modern love story told by a song bird would have to include all the classical features. A man and a woman separated by some evil challenge, made worse by one mal-adapted addiction of one sort or another. Partners whose heart's have been shuttered to each other's deep passions by the conflict of wills between the head's busy work and the hand's heavy lifting only to experience some great trauma which puts everything into question. Some near death experience or life altering exchange which begins a catharsis neither could have ever expected or dreamt of. There would of course be several trials and temptations along the way which reveal the possible reason for each members mis-steps and irresponsibilities, and of course several obligatory sex scenes.