“My lip parched, I suddenly felt as though a heavy hand were laid upon my leg, initially moving tenderly to the rhythm of the pianists music, then growing more insistent.

Something seemed to be hent and clasped and grasped, which made me faint with lust. - The hand traversed up and down in time with the melody, heightening in vigor and celerity as did the music.

As my thoughts drifted, I envisioned the pianist kneeling between my knees, gratifying my desires amidst this gathering, unabashedly awaiting my reactions, even striving to coerce me into revealing every nuance of my emotions, no matter how fervently I sought to conceal them.

It was as if throughout every vein a burning lava coursed, and then some drops even gushed out. I panted.”