Day 1: Dream 1

Softly and sweetly you approached me
Content to be alone,
Your energy slowly entered my perception
I came close to you and your lips fell against my neck
Not in lust or desire
but in adoration and grateful attention
Without thinking, I kissed your lips, lingering unexpectedly
Slowly pulling away
Noticing the shock on your face and mine
at how right it all felt
Suddenly embarrassed, we searched the floor for words…

Day 2: Dream 2

You appeared where I was alone perusing
the musical instruments carefully hung on the walls.
Suddenly I felt you
The beauty of your essence enfolded me in serenity
I exhaled and was delighted you were there.
Without a word you took my hand
I was not sure where you were leading me,
but the bliss I felt with your hand in mine melted away
any resistance and fear left in my thoughts…
I’m still not sure if it is me calling you, or you calling me…

Day 3: Dream 3

It was a late night
Dark and still
This time you were in my home
Adorably pleased to be where you were
We lounged around and chatted
The dialogue now escaping me
The atmosphere was one of contained excitement, uncertainty,
and the innocence of a teenage love affair
*As I write this, I feel the distinct feeling of déjà vu wash over me*
Your smile was radiant
I was aflutter and yet slightly suspicious as to why you were here with me
I was nervous, not really sure what you wanted
I hoped eventually you would intimate your reasons
But I was content in the meantime to conversate and bask in the brilliance of your countenance

Time passed and there was a soft knock at the door
It was an unexpected visitor
It gave you a reason to tear yourself away
You thought it was better you left anyway
So I let her in and walked with you downstairs
You leaned up against the car door
You pulled me close to you
Your hands on my hips
I can’t remember who kissed who first
It could have been that we just kissed each other
I remember the way your tongue felt inside of my mouth
I traced the inside of your lips and teased the metal ball underneath your tongue
My hands were clenched in fists down in front of me as you held my arms
Still kissing, your hands fell down to mine and you guided them to your waist
Touching your skin for the first time was so intoxicating I moaned slightly,
against my every attempt not to
A few more moments went by and you pulled away laughing gently
“You’re really into me aren’t you?”
Your surprise at that fact was quite endearing and ever slightly annoying
I thought I had been quite clear
Perhaps it was more subtle than I felt it
Perhaps you were resisting for the same reasons I have
Fear maybe, hard-headedness?
Who knows
You then said some words and your energy shifted ever so slightly
I got the feeling that you had some things you needed to take care of
It seemed to me this had to do with someone else
Not another woman, no, a man
Or something personal within your own soul
Or both perhaps
Something comfortable for you,
but I could tell you were curious as to what our interactions have promised,
pulling you into the unknown
I sensed it would be a process to let go
You are willing and yet it would only be layer by layer
and little by little that this thing between us would unfold
Whatever it may be
Even amidst my impatient air
I admit I find a secret pleasure in unraveling
this enigma we have created for ourselves
As though it would be worth nothing without the struggle…

Wanted: A skilled conversationalist

To engage me in an exchange of words that will actually make me think.
Break the surface of this seemingly shallow world of emotionless words.
Paint a picture so perfectly I can feel it, taste it.
Penetrate me with your thoughts so deeply
I could never ask for anything more…

The air is warm. A hint of humidity transforms the night into a sultry ambiance. I catch your scent on a breeze, a fragrance so like my own I find it intoxicating. My eyes flirt with yours. Your silent defiance is highly erotic. It makes my desire for you burn hotter as I feel a fever flush my face. It spreads down my entire body and I can’t help the mischievous smile that dances across my lips. Tonight I will have my way.

Before you can protest you see only darkness as I slip the blindfold over your eyes, clasp your hands behind your back and grab the hair at the nape of your neck. I lead you to the bedroom, you playfully resisting. I rip off your clothing, lay you down and securely tie your limbs to the cold iron. Lying on your stomach, arms above your head, legs spread wide, the full moon’s light spills against your naked skin. You are amazing in this state of beautiful vulnerability. I let you bathe in your anticipation as I admire the way the candlelight dances on your magnificent curves. I can see your body shift as I come nearer.

I pause for an instant amused by your silent complaints. Your body tenses as you feel the gentle sting of hot candle wax on the small of your back. And again you feel the liquid heat as I catch the flesh of your neck in my teeth. My tongue traces your veins as though I am looking for the perfect place to draw blood. All the while, one hand on your hip, the other wrapped in your hair, pulling your head back to meet mine. How I love to ravish you like this. I the master and you forced into submission, secretly loving it. I run my hands down your back and slip my fingers deep inside of you. You moan, hips rising trying to catch my hand as I just as quickly leave you. I taste your sweetness on my fingertips as I watch you squirm wanting more. I grab the leather strap, feeling the cool smoothness. I run it between your legs and then let it smack against the back of one thigh, then the other, and then your luscious ass. Your body rises against the pain and the pleasure as the leather strikes your wet pussy. You feel another nip of the leather, and another, and another, until your moans give way to screams.

I step back, letting you catch your breath. Then I unbind your legs and turn you onto your back. You feel my tongue reaching for yours as you feel the soothing chill of ice rubbing against your clitoris. The cold wetness moves across your stomach and circles one breast as I take the other in my mouth, gentle pulling at your nipple with my teeth. I glide the ice to your other breast, up your throat and slip it into your open mouth. I kiss you deeply before my tongue makes its way down the length of you, licking the droplets of water left on your skin. My fingers spread your lips and I savor the taste of you, licking you, sucking you, pulling you into my mouth. I slip inside of you again, this time with the soft firmness of my strap-on. I fuck you, slowly at first, then faster, harder deeper. Your breath quickens and your moans rival the sound of the thunder roaring in the distance. As orgasmic wave after wave shudder through you.

I rip off the blindfold and command that you look into my eyes. Yes, yes, yes! How I love to watch you cum. You are truly amazing. I kiss your quivering lips and leave you still bound. I hush you as you try to speak. ‘Sleep for now my angel, and I will return to take you again’…

She spun the torso of the mannequin around and around making sure there were no errors in the piece she had recently created. Recently, as in the day before that is. She had never felt such passion rip through her, out onto the fabric, and was amazed by the slight of time it involved to process the vivid images she saw in her head into tangible reality. With her head cocked to the side, she stood calmly viewing her creations when she saw Allison walking within. Her heart beat profusely in her chest and immediately she felt that familiar sensation in her center as she paused when Allison approached her with a smile that caused her to melt….

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