It is amazing the way you have them all fooled. You have Alice believing that you weren’t the dragon I portrayed you to be, your mother that you no longer need her money, and Tina, well, you fooled her twice didn’t you? But that’s not shocks me the most. What shocks me the most is the way that you have flawlessly deceived me. First, you had me believe that you were a spoiled brat that because her parents were never around saw fit to use their money to act out every stereotype of the upper class. Second, you made me believe that your heart was broken at the fact that person you so avidly pursued used you for your money. Last, which happens to be my personal favorite, you made me believe that you had finally fallen from your pedestal and become some grifter’s high class whore. The look in your oceanic eyes right now is telling me that these were supposed "slips" were all part of the game. A game that has been going on for years.  The only question I have is, what are you expecting to win? That train of thought is quickly ended when I see you run that same tongue that has gotten you out many corners, whether by talking or other means, run over your upper lip. Though I would never admit it openly, this is my favorite part of the game. The part where you push me down on the bed and forbid me to move an inch and if I do, the consequences will be beautifully dire. The part where I am stripped naked and spread open to you while you haven’t so much as a button undone on your blouse. There is no sensual lovemaking with sweet nothings said in hushed tones, making the level of intimacy rise. I do not beg for a quick release with a soft gasp or a deep moan. That is not at all what I want. What I want is to suffer. I want to suffer through you grinding your knee against the apex of my thighs and when I start to tremble, have you stop and begin anew somewhere else. I want to be so aroused that I can no longer make out you or the bedroom we are currently in. All there will be is different shades of red blinking by like Morse coded messages telling you how much I need you right now. I want you to pinch, twist and tease until the line between pleasure and pain is so blurred that I begin to say "No," to soft touches and "Oh, god, yes!" to hard slaps. I want you to keep me at my peak, refusing to push me over the edge into oblivion until I tell you my deepest, darkest secrets; the ones that are unspeakable even to myself. And when I finally do fall, I want all vocabulary to leave me and the only word spoken from my bruised lips to be "Helena"….