Feel my hands on you. Firm.Claiming. Assured of my possession, of your submission. Feel my hands, their touch familiar and yet frightening, knowing my tender caress can, does, and will turn suddenly harsh, that far more of you is exposed than your skin, knowing that your surrender is complete and there is no backing out, no backing away and that I will have you, touch you, spread you, savor you, take you again and again until there is no you, no me, only Us.