The onslaught of cat and mouse was happening for a while. They both seemed to hate one another. The girl didn't hate him, just disliked his lack of charm, consideration, patience and all the above. He disliked many things about her and the reasons were endless. Both were incompatible with one another yet she still wanted him sexually. He wanted her at a time but his interest dwindled.

For kicks, she would send insulting emails, manipulating this man. For the most part, it always worked which was so gratifying. She'd say jump and he would ask how high. Provoking him always seem to work for attention. It just fed her ego, being in control and dominant. Over and over again he would protest and tell her to go away. Over and over again she'd tell him to block her, yet he never did. Part of her wondered if he liked the attention. The mind play was always a high for her. Little did she know, he was finally deciding to mind play her back and then some! During her daily routine of starting up the computer as she prepared her breakfast, she saw that she had an email from John with an attachment. Figuring it was some lengthy insult, she didn't bother reading it. Wondering what the attachment was, she opened it a few hours later. To her surprise, there wasn't any text in the email. "Good." she thought. The picture was of his length. Nothing half soft placeed like the cam video he showed her long ago where he wasn't fully hard. She stared at it for a while admiring the site, wondering what the whole package looked like and not just the huge length. He had a great body the last time she saw it in person and thought it was a pity to see only part of it. Since he took such a bold leap, she sent him a pic of her in the shower to show her thanks. Over time, more pics started coming and more trades were made. He teased her by sending sexually suggestive notes along with the pictures. It was a nice change from their normal IM talk, fight, block, unblock months later, IM, only to bicker and repeat. No harsh words were exchanged in the email, just a focus on desire. A desire she wondered if she'd do anything about given how mean the guy usually is towards her.

It was emotionally draining. Just when she thought she brushed him off, she would get another email. This time it wasn't a picture but a full-blown erotic story. Now she had a fantasy to go with the still images and this made her mad. Now he was turning the tables and making her want him.

"To block him or unblock him?" she wondered over and over again. The dog's bark was as worse as his bite so she decided not to.

"I want you." Was all one email said. Was he being serious? Considering all that had been said, was he just pulling her leg? Her wanting him physically was an understatement despite how inadequate he would make her feel.

With his countless sexapades and her lack thereof, she often wondered what she could do for him if anything. He never seemed one to teach, let alone compliment.

More stories came in describing what he'd do to her, what he wanted to do with her, how he'd dominate her in every way, and the things he'd teach her. She sent her usual insults that he can't dominate her when she's been controlling him over the Internet with mere words. Then something unexpected happened.

In his next email, he asked when would she be in her home state because he'll come down and prove it. It was a challenge. One she took as a bluff because he stated many times that he wouldn't go down to see her. Talking trash on the Internet was easy but would she be able to have the same control in person? The thing was, as mean as he was, she trusted him. The feeling was not mutual on his end. This always puzzled her because she couldn't figure out why aside from leaving him with blue balls. During their last and only encounter, her softness, virginal in many ways could not take his size. He was even too big for her mouth. For a white guy, he was very well endowed. He was bigger than anything she had seen.

So much that she nicknamed it "Godzilla." She wanted him just as bad. She wanted to give him what he wanted over and over again until the sun came up the next day. She wanted their bodies to be drenched in sweat. She wanted to wake up in his arms and hear him hum with happiness. It frustrated her that she could do nothing about it during their encounter. He probably felt cheated. His stinging words years after didn't help her guilt. Would he have fallen for her then if she was able? Would things between them have been different? At that time, sex was something extremely personal that only a few men were lucky to get. She only gave it to men she wanted to fall in love and have a relationship with. She had given herself to him, tried to. This time it was different. The same emotions didn't come to play. It was purely physical.

Before she left for her home state, she sent him her cell phone number in case he wanted to call.

She was hoping he'd use it for phone sex. Visiting her home was great. She spent the day bonding with her mother, taking advantage of the shopping and playing with the new cat at her mother's house. The cell phone rang early in the day. She looked at the area code and picked up. It was him. "What is your address?" he asked. She stated her address and asked why he wanted it.

He didn't say. He just said he'd call her as soon as he got there to bring extra clothes and things in order to stay a few days. Then he hung up. "That was odd." she thought. She expected him to cuss her out. The guy after all disliked her.

What was he up to? What did he mean as soon as he got there? She didn't have a place in her home state so he wouldn't be able to stay at her mothers. This all confused her.

None the less, she packed her bags. Bags packed, her phone rang some hours later. "I'm outside standing against my car in front of your house." The dial tone hummed in her ear. She said her good-byes to her family and headed out.

He was tall and thin, just like she remembered him.

His ivory skin was no longer pale but had some color.

A tan on him suited just right. He wore brown boots, black jeans, and a white shirt under a black coat that came to his waste. His dark brown hair was longer this time. John looked at her through deep, brooding brown eyes under thick eyebrows. He didnt saying a word. This intimidated her.

He didn't even return her smile when she said "hi." He just looked, as if through her and opened the door. "How's that for not being a gentleman?" he said. When she opened her mouth to reply, he said, "Shut up." and closed the door. She sat there stunned.

The thought ran through her mind, "I guess that was payback for me not calling him a gentleman all the time. Big deal, he opened the door for me. It's a start, freaking Neanderthal." He got in the car and she looked at him quizzically. "When I want you to talk, I'll say so." he said and started the car. The girl spoke, "Well at least tell me where we're going and what we're doing!" He shot her a glance, unappeased with her defiance. "I'll let that slide. We're going to my place for a few days. Four days cause I have to work in the week.

Don't talk until we get there." She huffed and folded her arms across her chest in reply. I- 95 was the usual. The traffic wasn't light but at the same time, wasn't too heavy either. "Too heavy for a play job." she thought as she looked at the passing cars. Taking one hand off the wheel, he used it to rub in between her legs. He pressed and rubbed against the denim fabric she was wearing.

She got increasingly hot down there thanks to the friction. All the while he didn't say a word. Didn't even look at her. What was going on? What was going on in that head of his? She became distracted as they pulled into a park. "What? What are we doing here? I thought we were going to your place." she spoke.

The car stopped and without a word he got out, went to her side and opened the door. Pulling her by the arm and closing the door with the other, he pinned her to the car.

The car was cold and his body was as hot as fire. He was bulging through his jeans and made sure to stab the hot spot he worked with it. Pressing and rubbing against her, he tangled his fingers into her long brown hair and pulled down so that her head dipped back. "John that hurts!" She yelled. He didn't mean to do it too hard. He knew this one liked pain but wasn't familiar with how much. His kisses on her caramel skin were slow and soft against her neck. When she tried to speak, he pulled again and withdrew his head to look at her. His lips were red and swollen. His eyes were dark as the night and seemingly glazed. "Look, I'm tired of your shit! The online stalking, the teasing, I'm playing sick of it!" He said this all the while grinding against her. His free hand squeezed and traced her body. Every time she tried to close her eyes, he'd pull on her hair more as he bit her neck in between kisses.

"I'm going to take you right now, right here." His voice was harsh as if he was struggling with his words. "No! You can't! Not here.

" she yelped between quick breaths.

"Why the play not!?" he boomed and started to undo her pants. "I can't take you now. I'm not ready.

It'll hurt." she pleaded.

She was right. She had sense enough to pack KY along with condoms.

One of which wasn't an option during their first encounter. He pushed away reluctantly from the Black beauty that melted under him and gritted his teeth. "You took that small Asian guy you told me about. You took your man with his average sized length and it still gives you problems. You're gonna take mine dammit! Once you do, your average man isn't going to cut it. I'm going to fulfill your demented fantasies and you're sure as hell going to fill mine! You won't want anything his size again." He breathed deep and continued to talk after his pause. "I'll work you in nice and slow for a few days. After that, the only break you're going to get from my thingy is for the bathroom, to eat and shower! You should be somewhat more open considering what you've told me." His words were calmer now. "They still say I'm tight as a fist. I don't call that open." she replied. He didn't take his eyes off of her while they were standing apart. She couldn't read him at all. "You're a lot nicer in person. Youre not as insulting.

" he said after a long break. Well you said it yourself that things would be different. You told me one time that if we were to fight in person like we do over the net, youd either joke to make me laugh, tickle me or pin me down. I liked that. Youre a lot nicer too. She replied.

John started to undo his pants after she was finished. He freed his monstrous length from the confides of his pants. She couldn't tell if her eyes widened from shock but judging by the expression on his face, she must have because he smirked. "Suck it." He commanded.

"What?" She paused from the shock of it all. Then she continued. "What the hell do I look like? Who the hell do you think you a---" He cut her off and talked. "You haven't seen it in a while. I know your curious.

I know you want to feel my size in your mouth. You want me, which is why you always keep coming back to me, coming to find me. Mind playing as you call it. I want you too. God knows I playing want you. I also want you on your knees.

I won't say it again." His voice was low and so damned sexy. John didn't take his brown eyes off of her as she knelt down.

Placing her hands against his thighs, she began tracing and kissing his length with those thick lips of hers. Making sure to glide her hot tongue up and down his shaft and around his head as she did so. John closed his eyes and dipped his head back. He placed a hand upon her shoulder. "Damn, I've been waiting for you to do this again for so playing long!" he said as he toyed his lips and watched her suck his length.

"Do it slow baby, like I told you before.

Don't be in a rush. Enjoy my length in your mouth. Explore it with your tongue.

" His whispers were soft and sexy. His fingers affectionately traced her cheek and combed through her hair. The moans he made vibrated throughout his body. Of all things, she was hoping for a sexual encounter with John. She just didnt expect to get it, not with how they had been talking before hand. He was going to grudge play her out of her mind. All the insults, the taunting, and the teasing, he was going to make her pay for it all. End