The Secret Journey (2 page)

But guess what, honey. It wouldn’t matter
what you said because the only thing that’s going to happen is that
I’m going to fuck you just that hard, just pound your cunt until
the words are blenderized, until you can’t speak, can’t see, can’t
move, can’t think. Until the only thing in your entire world is to
take it, take it, take it for me, just raise your ass and spread
yourself, give me everything, until I give that final rigid thrust
into your deepest, secret depths and flood your hungry, fertile
cunt, unload my balls into you with such intensity I cannot help
but roar. And what I want is your orgasm, clenching hard around my
rigid, pumping rod. What I want is to feel you stiffen, see you
shake and scream and cry and tear the sheets in ecstasy and see the
world go black and fall into delirium knowing that you’re mine,
mine, mine. What I want is your orgasm and I want it right now.
Now!

And what I want is to taste your sweat and to
see your trembling, sated body lying tangled next to mine. And what
I love is the way you breathe and the curve of your breast and the
flush of your cheek and your deep, deep eyes. And what I love is
the fact that I’m the one who took you there and it matters not the
slightest bit that I took you there in text.

And I know you think it’s over now, but it
isn’t, no, it’s only just begun. You’re like Bambi in the
headlights, honey, and you don’t even know that it’s too late to
dodge the truck. You’re there alone, there all warm and post
orgasmic and it’s only innocent masturbation, private sex with just
yourself and some book you picked up, and no-one else will ever
know. You think that these are only words, but honey, words have
power, words change lives. This is about you and me, and my words
have just changed your life because from now until forever you have
only two choices, and choice one is to put this book down and walk
away and never pick it up again, and choice two is to keep turning
pages, in the full knowledge that I’m not going to just change your
life, I’m going to remake it. I’m going to find out who you are,
and I’m going take you where I want to take you and make you
complicit in your own seduction. I'm going to do that because I am
real, as real as you are. I am right here on the other side of this
page, looking out as you look in. Look at the door, wherever you
are, look at the door to your room or your office or your car, look
at the door, look at it right now and realize that I’m on the other
side of it. Through that door is a journey, our journey, and I’m
going to take you places you can’t yet imagine.

And because you’re still here reading I know
I’ve gotten to you. You’re fascinated by this little interaction,
compelled by it and right now you can’t even bother to deny it.
This part is Ab Initio, - ‘From the Beginning’, and this is the
beginning of the journey, honey, this is the start of the road. The
question is, can you handle it? Yes or no, stop or go? It’s up to
you, honey. Are you up for it? Are you going to turn the page, open
the door, take that next step?

We’re about to find out.

The Bath

End of the day
, sweaty, dirty, tired
and stressed, angry at work, angry at the world, in no mood for
this, in no mood for anything, sullen, defiant but there - standing
in the bathroom, waiting for the bath. Water running, shower
spouting pure hot, steaming, spraying, splashing, heating up the
tub and tiles and the warm moist air wraps around you like a
blanket, bath salts smelling like cinnamon. The tub begins to fill
and you hope the water won’t be too hot. Turned around to face the
other way, hands from behind undo your buttons, pants fall to your
ankles, shirt off over your head. No co-operation is necessary, no
fussing is allowed. Bra strap popped, breasts come free, one foot
lifted out of your puddled clothes, then the other, underwear
stripped down and off, brought to the tub, one foot in, water hot,
hot, hot and foamy, other foot in, a hand in the small of your
back, guiding you down into the welcoming water and you relax into
the suds, hot on your buttocks, on your back, on your neck as the
bubbles envelope you, lying back as the heat soaks into your bones
and the cares of the day dissolve. Spray on, nice and warm, soaking
your hair, shampoo rubbed in, scrubbed in, scalp tingling.

Arms lifted, scrubbed down with something
rough and clean smelling soap, eyes closed, face scrubbed, then
more rinsing, and you leave your eyes closed - it’s easier that
way. Leaned forward, then soap on your back and scrubbing in
circles, top to bottom, left to right, rhythmically lower and
lower, lean back, soap on your front, each breast lathered in turn,
rough scuffs over tingling nipples, collarbone done, then ribcage
and belly, one thigh up, scrub inside and out, top and bottom, do
the calf, do the shin, do the ankle and foot, every toe, in between
them, then back to the top and down the other side, turned over -
it’s awkward, suds on your chin while your backside is done, in
between, rosy anus and vulva and clit. Back over again, and we
start with the razor, from the ankle to vulva on left leg and
right. Arms up, do the armpits, with attention to detail. From the
start to the finish it must be done right.

Plug out, water spirals – stood up and you’re
dizzy. It’s the heat, so you’re held. Now sprayed down, pink and
clean. Needles of water, just the right temperature, a thousand
little pinpricks, reviving your skin, cascading down to the drain -
hair soaked down, water streaming over your face, down your back,
arms up and rinsed top and bottom, breasts and back and belly
rinsed, nipples tingle under the jets, bent over, buttocks rinsed,
anus and vulva, clitoral hood lifted and sprayed, and you feel the
pleasure but not long enough, not nearly close to long enough.
Stood up again, legs rinsed, back and front, each foot, each toe,
behind the ears, under the armpits, everywhere with no spot missed.
One step, two step, out of the tub and onto the thick bath mat, the
room still steamy and hot, tropical and lush. Towels fluffy and
warm from the dryer, and you’re scrubbed down as you were washed,
as you were rinsed, hair and face, neck and back, breasts and
belly, backside and in between, slippery there, and sticky, and wet
again as soon as it’s dried. The warm towel down your thighs, down
your calves to your feet, lift one, lift the other, ticklish as
they’re dried between each toe.

You’re aroused now, but languid - will it
happen, won’t it? It isn’t up to you, and it doesn’t matter.
Wrapped in another towel and lifted, carried out of the bathroom
into the cool of the hall and the warmth of the bedroom, lying down
on black sheets, crisp from the laundry, tucked in covered, face
down.

Hands on your shoulders, slick with cream,
rubbing steadily, deeply into the muscles, neck and temples, scalp
and cheeks, then down your arm to your hands, rubbing the palm,
coating each finger, then back and across your shoulders to do the
other side just as steadily, just as completely, then up and down
your back, slowly, slowly, and up over your ass, nothing missed,
spreading your cheeks, into your anus and vagina too, very
thorough, very businesslike, no moaning is permitted, no squirming
accepted.

Strong hands kneading, moving down one thigh,
steadily, slowly, strong hands kneading soft skin and firm muscle,
down your calf to each foot, just a little ticklish but still no
room for squirming from a good girl. Back up, over your ass again
and this time your vagina is positively soaked. Spreading it,
rubbing it, inside and out, little clit standing hard and your hips
can’t help moving though that isn’t allowed either, and the hands
move down your other thigh to do your other foot.

Then we turn you over and back up, around the
front of your hips and over your belly, up your ribcage to your
breasts, first one, then the other but not the nipples, no not the
nipples, though they’re standing rigid now, begging for attention.
Only after both breast are smooth and creamy and well rubbed do
they get their turn, rubbed and tweaked but still not enough, not
nearly enough, and they are aching, bursting for attention as the
hands slide up to do your collarbone, your neck, your throat, your
chin, your cheeks.

And now we’re done, languid, squirmy, time
for sleep, no more touching for tonight, but naughty girls will
sometimes touch although they’re not allowed and so the collar is
buckled on, the cuffs locked to it to keep you good, ankles
together, chain run down to the ring at the foot of the bed, covers
pulled up and tucked in to keep you safe, kissed on the cheek and a
parting smile and whispered words, and then lights out sleep tight,
tomorrow is another day. Rinse and repeat and repeat and
repeat.

Part Two

Yeah I know you.
I know everything
about you, everything that matters. No I don’t know the details,
but the details don’t concern me. I don’t know what you do but I
know you’re good at it. I don’t know your name, but I know it’s a
name that counts. I don’t know where you are but I know where
you’re going, and that’s up. Fast. You’re top of your class, top of
your program, top of everything you turn your hand to, and nobody
ever sees your secret doubts. You’ve got style and taste and
everybody wants to be seen with you, though really they have no
idea who you really are. And right now you’re wondering how I know
all this and it’s very simple. You’re reading this and this is part
two.

So there are a million copies of this book
out there, and a million women have picked it up. And most of those
who’ve read part one just don’t get it and they’ve already put it
down, and of those who get it most can’t take it, can’t deal, find
it too strange, too scary, too intense and they have put it down
too. And the largest group of all just hasn’t bought this book,
because good girls don’t read books like this, do they?

But you’re here, you get it, and though it’s
very much new and even slightly scary it isn’t too intense, no not
at all. You want more, you’re eager for more, you can feel the need
for more in every nerve in your body. And we already know you’re
not a good girl. No, you’re a woman and the feelings in your body
right now are anything but girlish, though this part so far is
pristine clean, nothing here to shock your mom or break your
so-styled image.

But what matters here isn’t what’s said but
what’s about to be said, and you know about that, just like I know
about you, and that’s why you feel that tension in your belly now,
that anticipation. You understand what’s happening here, and you
want it. You want it intense, you need it that way and it arouses
you so much to think that you just might get it that you can’t
think about anything else but what we’re going to do in part two.
We’ve begun now, and though you don’t know how far I’m going to
take you, you know you need to find out. Look at the door, wherever
you are, look at the door and realize that you’ve come through it,
you have, quite deliberately, turned the page, chosen this road,
started the journey. And it takes a certain kind of woman to take
this little challenge you didn’t know you were taking when you
picked up my words. It takes a rare kind of woman.

And that’s how I know you, because I
understand the kind of woman you are. You’re smart enough that
you’ve yet to meet a situation you couldn’t handle, you’re driven
enough that you’re used to coming out on top. You’re accustomed to
being in control, and your problem isn’t finding a man, it’s
finding a man to meet your standards. And that’s exactly why you’re
reading this right now - alone with me in your bed, on your couch,
with time to spare, time to share what we’re going to share, just
you and me and our little exploration, our secret journey into the
untrespassed sanctity of your secret inner world. And secret is the
word, honey. This isn’t the kind of book you read in the park, on
the train, or in the lounge by the airport gate. This is the kind
of book you read in private with one hand, and it’s the kind that’s
going to stay in your mind long, long after you’re finished, after
we’re finished. I can make you only one promise honey, at the
distance in time and space that separates you and me right now, and
that is that you’re never, ever going to forget what you’re
experiencing here, and you’re going to spend your nights dreaming
about it, dreaming about me, dreaming about us. So make sure you’ve
closed that door behind you, honey, make sure we won’t be
disturbed, because I have plans for you. The journey has begun.

Yeah, you already know what’s happening here,
or at least you think you do - and the difference between you and
all the others is - you’re still reading. They can’t handle what
this interaction is going to be and you can. Or at least you think
you can. Or at least you can’t say no to the challenge, and that
takes a woman with all the qualities I just listed. So yeah, I know
you. You can’t say ‘No’, to challenges, can you? It isn’t in your
nature. Your instincts just react like that, make you try to get
the upper hand in any situation, in school, in work, in life and oh
yes with men, especially with men

Yeah, I haven’t seen your face, haven’t seen
your body but I know the way men look at you, turn to watch you
walk by, every one of them so eager to get close to you, do you
favours, give you presents, touch you briefly on the hand. They
want to do it just in case that makes you like them more, refusing
to believe they haven’t got a chance. You know what they want, and
that makes it so easy to get what you want from them. You don’t
even have to manipulate them, though I know you’re good at that
too. Yes, you’re good at games like tease-and-leave, good at
maybe-later, good at look-but-never-touch.

Men are toys for you, so much fun to play
with Christmas morning, but by New Year’s Day you’re bored and
they’re broken, tossed aside, forgotten for the next one. And maybe
you should feel guilty about all the hearts you’ve shattered but
the hard part is just getting them to give it up so you can just
move on. And like I said, you’re not a girl, not anymore, you’re a
woman, and it should come as no surprise you’re getting bored with
toys, correct me if I’m wrong. Yeah, you get what you want from
them but you don’t get what you
need
, that’s something else
entirely. You need to be challenged and that’s exactly why I made
this challenge. I know you can’t say 'No' to it, and so the only
word I'll take from you is
"Yes"
, and
"Yes"
, and
"YES!"