Needy
August 19, 2007 – 10:00 am
Your bedroom is warm, suffused with the scent of incense and
fresh flowers, and lit only with candles. Soft music plays on your
stereo. The atmosphere is perfect.
You are dressed as I have instructed you: a thin, silk blouse
and a short skirt, and nothing else. I can already see the hardness
of your nipples through the blouse, and I haven't so much as said a
word.
"Hello, sweet," I say, smiling at you. I am dressed in black
slacks and a black, long-sleeved shirt. You smile at me, but it is a
smile that covers a deep wellspring of need.
I circle you, drinking in your beauty with my eyes. My hand
reaches out to touch the fabric of your blouse. My fingertips run
along your shoulder, then down your back. I stand close behind you,
letting you feel the heat of my breath on your cheek.
"You are mine," I whisper in your ear. Your body trembles,
and I kiss your cheek. ...