“Where have you been?” You asked with a wicked grin.Here…there…I saidWaiting... dreaming... in bed.“For who? Of whom?”You asked with a boomand the crack of the whipas I winced and bit my lip.You… Me… She…I trembled, trying to flee.“Elaborate,” you snapped.As...

I am sitting here trying to figure out how I would romance you, with my words. I have read all levels of romance, yet the concept eludes me. Is it a gift to draw you in? I think it...