One moment, I am totally into the dance and the next I feel his presence in the room ... he does seem to have a very powerful one, though I can also tell that his burst of hunger has been partially filled .... I think he will always be a bit hungry!

I try to continue dancing as if I haven't noticed, as if I don't know he sits and watches me .... I'm not sure where he's at - I haven't opened my eyes to see any of this, it's all something I sense, but I am very used to this and I know what it means. No, I'm not declaring myself psychic, it's just sometimes my senses - the usual 5 ones, well they go into hyperdrive....

Now I dance for him, calling to him .... waiting to see if he feels the loss of his prey and wants another chance .... I will not approach him .... it is his right to choose, but if he does, surely he will have come to realize that just taking what he wants is not going to work, no matter how good a kisser he is or how wonderful it feels when his hands are on me ...

As I think these thoughts, I face the outside windows and let my hands touch my body, in much the way he touched me. I feel the thrill of it again, tilt my head back, longing for the feel of his lips there on my neck, shoulders, breasts .... I feel the way my nipples extend even further and rake a fingernail across each - several times.