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Jonah watching Leticia walk down the aisle, tears in his eyes, their wedding day.
I stood there transfixed – frozen to the spot as the bridal music seemed to swell to a crescendo and fill the church. I blinked – felt the scald of tears welling up in my eyes.
Leticia.
My God, she was beautiful.
She glided down the long aisle of the church in a cloud of white, wearing a gown as beautiful, as soft, as elegant, as she was. She was radiant; I could see the glitter in her eyes and the mesmerizing glow in her smile. Every head turned in the church as she swept by, walking between the long aisles of admirers, friends and family.
I felt the ache in my heart swell so that it filled my whole chest and I could not breath. I felt the sweet beauty of her like a fist that squeezed at my heart until I felt myself wavering. I clutched at the curtain behind the altar and watched as Leticia finally reached the priest, and took the hand of her fiancé.
From behind the statues, heavy plush curtains and flowers, no one saw me. I took one long last look at Leticia and then glanced at my watch. My own wedding was just an hour from now. I had to hurry…
A note from Jason:
When I saw this scene suggestion, I had a sudden flash of inspiration and knew immediately how I wanted the scene to play out. This was just a very short piece of writing, but I got a great deal of satisfaction from still managing to put a surprise twist in the tail.
Two Sassy Chicks
April, 11th.
Leticia trying to convince Jonah to let her write a series of articles documenting their/her journey into BDSM.
I stared at Leticia and an icy cold fist of dread clutched at my heart. “You want to do what?” I asked slowly, as though in absolute disbelief.
“I want to write a series of articles about us – and about my introduction to the BDSM lifestyle. I think they might be helpful to other women who are curious about the subject.” Leticia spoke with calm assurance, as though her lines had been carefully rehearsed.
I felt the smolder of my anger. “No,” I said. “Never.”
Leticia made a shape with her mouth and hooded her eyes to show that she was disappointed, but not surprised.
“Leticia, I am a private man. I like my privacy. I never asked for all the attention that has come about because of your first articles. All I ever wanted was to tell my own story before I died.”
Leticia shook her head and made a chopping gesture with her hands as though she were cutting through my objections, using her body to add emphasis to her words. “Jonah! You can’t ignore what is going on in the world. You have a lot of people out there who are fascinated by you. They want to know more. Most of all they want to know how you learned so much about women – and how you can help them pass your knowledge on to the clueless, fumbling men in their lives!”
Two Sassy Chicks
April, 11th.
Jonah and Leticia watch a sunset/sunrise together.
The sun’s last golden rays spilled across the sky, and the world around us became a painter’s palette of reds and purples and yellows.
I wrapped my arm around Leticia’s shoulder, pulled her close against me as we sat on the beach staring up into the sky. The world was still and quiet. There was just the sound of the ocean, waves rushing up over the soft white sand and then receding again in an endless rhythm of background sound.
“Jonah, what will become of us?” Leticia asked softly.
I shook my head. “I honestly don’t know,” I admitted, and then I sighed. “Life has a habit of creating unexpected challenges,” I said, frowning. Somehow it didn’t seem wise enough – philosophical enough for a moment like this – for a time like right now. But it was the best I could do. I sighed again. “Every day is a gift, Leticia. Some people are gifted less days than others. We can only make the most of what is given to us, so that we leave this world a better place for having been here.”
Leticia sighed. She felt small and fragile in my arms. We stared up at the first star, and then the night came down with a rush so that we were alone and clinging to each other in the darkness of not knowing…
A note from Jason:
I am sure that when I chose this scene suggestion as the very last scene for the world tour, most readers would have been puzzled as to why I would select something so simple. But I had an idea. I wanted to ‘sign off’ from the World Tour with some kind of poignant paragraph that was full of feeling and emotion rather than action.
A note from Jason:
The following scenes were written after the end of the World Tour. As I was compiling this eBook, I decided to create 30 brand new paragraphs of content, and so I put a call out for additional suggestions from followers of my Facebook page. These paragraphs that follow are the result…
New Paragraph 1
Jonah blindfolding Leticia and asking her what she wants him to do to her.
“Can you see anything?”
Leticia shuddered nervously, a tremble of anticipation running down her spine. She licked her lips. “No.”
I tied the silk scarf at the back of her head into a simple knot and then rested my hands on her shoulders.
Leticia had stripped down to just her bra and panties and my fingers slid the straps of her bra down her arms, and then I stepped away.
For a long time I said nothing, circling where Leticia stood, enjoying the sight of her lithe, slender body from every angle like an art appreciator admiring a classic sculpture.
She was exquisite in every way: her legs were long and slender with the hint of toned muscle at her calves and thighs, the waist was tiny, her body flared into curves like a Grecian vase.
“What are you thinking?” I asked. My voice came from behind her and she turned her head unexpectedly towards the sound.
“I am… I am wondering what you’re going to do to me?” Leticia replied, not with uncertainty but rather with a hint of excitement.
I moved again, my steps soundless on the thick carpet, so that when I spoke next it was with my mouth close against her ear. “That depends on whether you are going to be a good girl for me, or whether you’re going to be bad.”
The warmth of my breath against Leticia’s ear and on her neck made her shiver. “What… what is the difference?” she asked softly.
“There’s a big difference,” I husked. “Good girls go to heaven… and bad girls go everywhere!”
New Paragraph 2
Jonah requires Leticia to fulfill some exhibitionist fantasies of his, knowing it would make her uncomfortable.
“Go to the window,” I said, and by the tone of my voice Leticia could tell that it was a command.
Leticia walked stiffly towards the big, open window and stood there, staring out at the apartment buildings on the opposite side of the street and the bustle of people swarming on the sidewalks below.
“Now unbutton your blouse.” I watched from the sofa as Leticia slowly began to unfasten her top.
“Now take it off.”
Leticia glanced over her shoulder at me with a look of stricken panic. I stared back at her, my eyes like flint, my attitude resolute and demanding. There was a plea in Leticia’s eyes, but I ignored it. “I won’t ask again,” I warned.
I heard Leticia sigh and then slowly she slid the soft, shimmering fabric off her shoulders and then let the blouse fall like a silken curtain around her feet. She stood there with her back to me, her body exposed to the world. I got up from the sofa and crossed the living room until I was standing close behind her. I grazed a tantalizing finger down her spine and she arched her back involuntarily like a cat. She wore no bra.
“Good girl,” I said softly and slid one hand around until I was cupping the firm, warm flesh of her breast. Her nipple was hard. Leticia gasped, and I felt her sway on her feet, embarrassed but aroused.
New Paragraph 3
Jonah using handcuffs on Leticia in the training room.
I withdrew the handcuffs from the drawer and set them on the table. The sound
of the metal on polished wood was a loud clatter. Leticia looked down at the cuffs and her expression became horrified. She took an urgent step back.
“What are the handcuffs for?” Leticia shot me a sharp glance.
