**Liquid Balance: A Riveting Tale of Wealth, Speed, and Unseen Perils**
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He was right, I was unruly. I looked like an undisciplined teenager.
"Come on be a good girl caress me, I'm already excited."
Oh my God, again? Wouldn't this man get full?
"Then I'll do it. I figure I'll send you to a beauty parlor. I want you to remove the hair from your pubes."
"What?" I shouted. It was inconceivable! But I wasn't his. I was mine. The hair was mine and I was attached to it. How did he want to transform me, like those fake ladies who injected themselves with botox and collagen and had tanned legs even in January?
"Come on don't stiffen up. It's fashionable, and it has its advantages."
"Benefits to you?"
"The idea is that it's mutually beneficial, and since I've learned that your body appreciates me, I'd say benefits for you, too."
"You're decadent."
He sat up, his arousal unchanged.
My tolerance unfortunately was extremely variable.
"I felt like you were screaming tonight against the pillow. "
"I don't understand what's the point of self-aggrandizement. It's a biological mechanism. I respond like other human beings to stimulation."
"Shall I demonstrate to you the difference between the degrees of enjoyment? You enjoy not only by stimulation but by participation."
"That's not true."
"Why are you doing this? Why do you want to keep me away from you? It's as if you want to assert at every moment that it's completely coincidental that we have an affinity. That I am an employer to you."
"I, forgive me, am amazed that you, who paid me, to be here, are talking about pleasure and affinity."
We glared at each other.
And we breathed.
"Let's start over." This sweetness of hers unsettled me.
Why was he tapping into terrain that was impervious to him?
Why did he want to patch up the conversation to get to a point of connection? What was in it for him, whether we found a polite way to communicate or not, what could he change?
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Couldn't we just stick to our script?
"Yes, that's fine, if I can please you by going and eradicating my glorious fluff, I will."
"Thank you." I breathed, good thing, a problem was solved. Easy after all, it was only necessary to completely undo one's will.
"Now come here. I want to make love."
What could he say to that? With a man like that...he should have simply charged more.
She snuggled into his arms. In search of comfort, in a distorted mechanism in which the very cause of the discomfort and his relief were the same source.
They kissed tenderly in each other's arms.
And they made love.
I watched Elizabeth in the shower as she enjoyed the warm spray. She had left the door closed, but I had thrown it wide open. I wanted everything about her.
I had never made love like that. Kissing her long and sweet, caressing her with reverence, noticing every bruise and mark I had made on her and alleviating them with my mouth and tongue.
I had grazed her entire body, causing her to throb with each of my caresses.
And she had shyly performed the same erotic ritual on my body.
It had been so hard, holding back for her to reach enjoyment.
Was it loving yourself? That strange ballet of whispers and glances, of joyful quivers as you were the mirror in each other's eyes.
I was in love, I had wanted to communicate that to her with every kiss.
What about her? She was still confused, it was obvious. She was confusing agreement, with truth.
The truth was that I could no longer live without her.
But I should have given her time, now she would be scared.
"When are we getting married?"
"I can't hear, the shower spray is strong."
"Have you decided on the date? You can hear us just fine.... "
"I don't know. I haven't thought about it."
"I thought I would introduce you to my father. With the opportunity I would decide a month from now."
"So you've made up your mind, as usual I would say. Nothing new."
"I gave you the chance, but you stalled."
"That's okay, after all, one day is as good as another. I don't know about that, what's a bride to do at a wedding?"
"Nothing, my love. Keep your waist measurements to fit into the very expensive dress I'm going to buy you. "
"I'm almost rich now, I'd like to buy the dress myself."
"No. You need the money for your life, your whims, and your daughters'."
"Okay. So you'll take care of everything."
"Not me directly...my skin crawls. A wedding planner will take care of it, they're all the rage."
"I'd like to know where you want to spend your honeymoon."
"Wherever you want, this time I just don't know, I don't wish for anything."
"Are you telling me you're completely fulfilled?" My heart leapt in my chest wildly.
Elizabeth closed the shower.
He grabbed a robe and wrapped himself in it. He was taking his time.
