She still lay tied up, spread out and on display for the ogres. Her hands tied above her head stretched her out, her ribs and hipbones jutted out far, her head tipped back slightly to expose her neck and obscure her vision - the ogres loved it when she jumped and gasped at an unexpected touch. They had been playing with her and manipulating her body for a while now, and she wondered if they would ever get bored and let her go.
I was awake. It would have to be now. I'd be thinking it, planning it, and I had to move.
To that special someone, with my endless gratitude. You know who you are Yes, I'm indeed grateful to you. Grateful because you showed me, or should I say reminded me, of the abundant pleasures and delights that the body of a sexy lady offers to the attentive man.
He was unloading boxes of books and computer equipment from a station wagon parked next to her BMW outside. Columns of air shimmered in the street in front of the block of flats. He was sweating profusely in the afternoon sun. Not very good-looking, she was thinking, noting the thin brown hair and underweight body. He was making his way into the entrance hall to where she was standing; giving a brief greeting as he passed, carrying an older-style computer monitor up the stone stairs. He won't last very long in this heat, she thought.