The Sioux

The Sioux warrior does not release his arrow until the deer turns her head and looks at him. It is her eyes that ask to be taken. Her eyes tell the hunter when she is ready to give up this life for another. Indeed, no matter how hungry he is, or how easy a shot, he must wait...

And so my dear, as you lay spread out, with your tawny hair splayed over your shoulder,you too must ask. Your hands grip the sheets and you bite your lower lip and your hips pulse like a heart but still you must ask.

Please? What's with please? Please leave? Please stay? No my pet, you must be much more specific than that. Perhaps my fingers will remind you of where you want the arrow.

Please take you? Oh, I have every intention of taking you. Taking you places your boyfriends and your husband never dreamt you would go. Taking you in ways you imagine only in your darkest dreams. But your request must be precise. You like to write, you know the words. Use them.

Yes, thats a my girl. Now, I will fuck you in the ass. You are ready. Ready to be mine. Ready for the arrow to pierce you. Ready to be born again.