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being a man. It’s not his fault and yet I always want to hurt them. I know I can’t blame my past on the ideas but I wasn’t always like this I didn’t always get pleasure from a man’s pain. Cam has been nothing but perfect to me. Sweet, caring, and bringing out the best in me, things I haven’t done or felt in years. But I have to show him who I am and why he can leave soon and go home to Mississippi without ever blinking an eye. Now I am at the brink of tears just thinking about him leaving me. He has lit a fire in me that burnt out so long ago.
    Walking out of the club I feel an unfamiliar hand reach around my waist from behind rubbing me against his raging hard on. I turn with a quickness with my right hand pulled in tight against my waist, palm up, fingers curled about to uppercut this shithead right in the nose and when I get fully turned I see it’s not necessary because Cam has him in a choke hold from behind “Apologize to my girl ass hole” he spits at the sweaty looking idiot. After the guy tries to jerk free a few times he struggles out a “So ..so..sorry” he is drunk his words are all jumbled but he is sober enough to know in one jerk Cam could rip his head off. The glint in his eye almost scares me. He chunks to guy to the side “Get out of here you piece of shit” grabbing my hand he pulls me through the door towards the bike. Still looking back at the guy crumpled on the ground I smile and hurry off with Cameron. I didn’t know my southern charmed love muffin had such a caveman complex. “Sorry Lexi but no man should ever put his hands on a woman without her permission. Especially mine.”
    The ride home is extreme Cam revs it up and we take off on the back wheel, I scream but as soon as it levels I giggle and tell him “Do it again!” Apparently Cam can drive anything on wheels, he manages with zero problems even thou it’s not really made for 2 riders.  As the house rolls into view I’ve pretty much made myself sick knowing what’s coming. But I have to do this. I have to stay strong I have to push him away I have to give us both a life we deserve. He has to go home and love a girl who deserves him, who can love him without all the underlined hate for his gender. I have to give him that much. I have to punish him and prove to myself these things I feel are nothing. It’s been just a few days with Cam and my whole world has been shifted. He has been the rainbow in my colorless world.
    Man his body is BANGING. He is toned in all the right places. Muscles rippling at the skin as he hangs with his hands chained above his head. I can tell he is embarrassed hanging there with nothing on but a black blind fold. He is excited thou I can tell well actually I can see that he is, and man he is set like I want to rock yo body  SET. I can’t help but run my hand up and down his length squeezing a few times for good measure. But as the man he is he holds his head high, planning to keep me happy.  I run my hands around his torso barely touching him with my nails but he moves quickly to the side when my nail dig deep he lets out a grunt. “ALEXA I trust you baby, Do your worst!”  And that my heart shatters, its already hard enough without him TRUSTING ME.. Seriously I’m barely able to do this as it is. “SHUT UP CAMERON, YOUR ONLY TO SPEAK WHEN SPOKEN TO, AND IN YOUR POSITION YOU’D DO WELL TO REMEMBER IT’S MISS CRUZ” I crack the whip jerking it back at the last second. Only the tip of the whip catches him but its enough to make him suck a deep breathe through his teeth. And a tear escapes the corner of my eye, it’s the same noise he makes when is sees me come in to the room. It’s his suddenly stunned noise.  The same sound I dream he would make when entering my body. It’s this exact moment I realize me and Cam have slept side by side off and on all week and he has never tried anything more than to just hold me. “OH FUCK MY LIFE, I CANT DO THIS” I scream. I jerk his