They met, time passed, eventually a place was agreed upon, their relationship, going to the next level of intimacy. Party favorites, many ingestible, consumed freely. Lighting reducing as if by magic, Hamilton wasn’t havin’ any of it and moved to… Speed things up. Reaching into his bag of tricks, nothing found of his liking, improvisation was in order. Estelle, always fashionable had worn a scarf, so had he. Without bringing the other up to speed, both of them knew what the scarves could become the stand-in for. He took possession of them and there was Estelle; sprawled across the bed, eyes closed with a smile etched across her lips. Her tongue peeking from between her lips, moving in a circular motion, excited. Hamilton recognizing the significance of the “Lolly Pop Roll” moved like a Cat. Starting with her ankles, then to her wrist, with the final move being the tightening of her body appendages to the bed pot. Now she was no longer Estelle but… Stelle! She quite possibly un-aware went along with the… Restraints. Voicing an opposition wasn’t in this script. She knew to say no, especially at this point would require much more than an audible utterance. The time had arrived. With each flap of the curtains the lighting twinkled adding to sensuality. Ham, beyond the point of return skipped anymore foreplay. Stelle quickly discovered she was…
“Ham”… “She bucked, wiggled that body but… She wasn’t resisting, and kept laughing. You know how women do, don’t ‘cha? She wanted me as much as I wanted her, and the smell of sex was all over the room. Watching her head slowly roll from side to side, the moaning. It was her way of calling me. Begging me to take it and take it now! Raising up and off her tummy I was amazed to see she was… Well like contracting her abs, in and out, in and out. I pushed harder like I was in an entirely different world where she had no hesitation. I lead, she followed. Sorta’ like going down the Rabbit Hole. You know what happens when you decide to go down The Rabbit Hole or at least you should.”
Stelle by way of practical elimination found her way my way. “I really really liked his company and things were working out well. The night, all the clubs then we popped into StarBucks. I didn’t know they were open so late. When we checked in the hotel I thought it was a dream, my head spent around and around. The activities on the bed. For a split second I thought I imagined I didn’t want to be there but… I didn’t even realize I had been tied down and couldn’t get up. He… Didn’t seem too interested in letting me go either so I…”
During the developments of this factual time-line Stelle’s interactivity led the two of ‘em to a current which caused the suspension of time and reality. Misinterpretation of the all consuming adrenaline rush allowed for the introduction to another seductive level of false consciousness. Yes, she demanded that he take off the bonds but… Once he did she morphed. Legs rose effortlessly, tightly locking onto his waist incorporating a type of strangulation inclusive of her arms grippin’ his neck. Movement of his first head, restrictive by leg/hand unification resulting in immobilization. Ham, still caught up in his own psychotic episode went with it as just another type of sexual fetish. Stelle, eyes rolling as her muscles relax exposing that supple neck of hers. The inviting posed registered and he… With licked and nibbled. When she finally morphed realizing her fully certified Super Saiyan strength she… Effortlessly flipped him over taking the top position, Ham could do nothing more than glance deeply into her enflamed eyes. Un-able to contain him-self any longer explosion was but a second off, and…
Stelle for the second time… “I remember rushing into the bathroom. I didn’t cry but stood there, looking at my reflection in the mirror. I don’t recall what I was looking for, was it an examination on a psychological level but then… I just started fixing my face, my hair that was all over my head. I didn’t have a comb/brush so I used my fingers. Then for the life of me I couldn‘t find my clothes, they weren’t anywhere around. I do remember though, by the time I came out of the bathroom I was completely dressed. We stood there looking at each other I think we talked then I was outside, walking in the rain. Weeks later I was still trying to figure out if I should go to the authorities. Should I confide in my girl-friends, would they see it like me or would they tell me it was something I made up. A fantasy I’d wished would happen because they say women have those types of fantasies you know. Then I found myself thinking again about reporting it, would they believe me. Would they ask me why I waited so long, really questioning my credibility, or… Eventually I said forget that, I wasn’t going to relive the affair and even then, why was I calling it an affair. No reporting, not with them, their interrogation team. Not in open court where I’m being told it was my civic duty so he wouldn’t ever be able to commit such an act against anyone; ever. As long as I’m willing to go all the way and be that one who stood up. Hell, I went all the way and it was just so I could get out alive…”
When a person dies in a remote place, someone attached to a part of a team, does the team attempt to pack the body out or leave the body for possible retrieval at a later time? Hummm, what is depicted on TV isn’t always based on what really happens.
This isn’t a practical situation nor is the outcome going to be based on what is assumed ethical. Stelle, Ham, like two planets finding themselves in the same rotation experiencing the affects of a multitude of gases. An environment they choose with equal vigor, one they thought they were ready for. Ham, trippin’, waiting like she supposedly was, both in a silent resolve, waiting for some other Worldly signal to awaken them, depositing them in another place. Some place stranger but equally difficult to release themselves from. Stelle, searching her soul, wanting to do what she has been pre-programmed to follow, scared to approach the local law enforcement. One day she is calculating which way the law will precede, the next. Factoring in the many media blast where women in her same predicament are destroyed. Media impressions, how they extrapolate what most don’t even contemplate.
Whatever you engage stop looking for a way out. Own that stuff and don’t act like you ain’t knowing. Stelle, grown woman, maybe not as aware as she projected or assumed, then again that’s what happens when you believe the hype placed on you by those you surround yourself with. Ham… Who knows? I don’t have a clue on what he was thinking or what he thought was going to be the end results. The bondage episode; a reality not limited to adult’s lifestyles but a reality with beginnings from childhood. Not just a cultural thing to trap, confine and engage other living beings for self gratification, but; life as some know. Still speculation won’t rise from me. Back on Stelle, she accepted the foreplay in the way of being “wrapped up” but to what extent she anticipated it would arrive at; I doubt she even thought that far. Ham “hit it” and by all accounts was able to take her onto the stage where she definitely perform. Reaching her level of projected pleasure before she returned back to her sanctified self! Was this just a conclusion to all the physical and mental stimuli in play?
FOLK remind me of a Doberman Pincher I once had. She could seriously intimidate from a visual point. Ran around the neighborhood, frightening everyone along with their dogs, but… When that dog who wasn’t scared, stood their ground, “Nye Nye” would fake like she was gonna whoop some ass only to break, tail tucked between her legs headed running home. Her brother Kason always there and fully charged to represent the lineage. Yes, FOLK start stuff, get into situations as they mentally calculating with a hope that when it gets to a point of them not being able to handle it any longer, somebody will appear like clockwork and rescue them. The other party in participation will then, just stop…
Here’s the kicker, this is a situation grafted from Real Time. Nothing had been scripted. Two people; that’s right, two exhibiting emotions based on assumptions regarding life of which neither has ever taken to the stage where proof would be found. Role Play for those who don’t wanna venture to consider what I’m saying. Role Play rotated in the corridors of their mind, explored from a preview that would have defined the conditional point of their anticipated Playing Field.
I know the whys and hows that trigger some phobias. After all these years the conditions of the facts of the life I’ve lived don’t stop me from living my life. Through Role Play I know how to settle my encroaching nerves, transfer my fears and just take the ride, but… I still feel my BP rising. I feel my heart tryin’ to bust outta my chest. Hero or a reality of a heroic personality trait? No, I like you, human, and part of the natural rotation known as life. Humanity, play like you don’t have any. Keep placing yourself in a compromised situation and those circumstances will morph out of your influence. Control will be futile. Still, I had something for Stelle and Ham. When I gave it neither seemed pleased with my conclusion because I didn’t emotionally become drawn into their presentations. I ended by saying.
“Once you have stepped outta the plane knowing you really don’t wanna Skydive, it’s a ‘lil late to say, “Stop the ride I wanna get off”
Psssss: There is none.