Like nothing else I've known
The flutter and transparency of a submissive woman's attraction and shyness...
The glances up and away, and back again, and away...
The flush that is not a blush, fusing into a heat that rises from the valley of her breasts and up the hollow of her throat to meet her face in a radiant glow...
The sound of my name, my name, floating from her languid-sweet voice...
"Sir" is the greatest gift she could have given me;
The sound of my name, like nothing else I've known.
