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To begin..... (Hours broken into scenes) To begin.... It had been a fortnight of turmoil... An intense overnight with You which had been transitional, a shift made, places reached which had frightened me.... Then the surprise from m and me, to You.. a time, enjoyed yet, which increased my fear.... A whole array of feelings, emotions, responses unleashed, with me unsure how to manage them... I was overwhelmed I think... I thought of walking away, had thought that the surprise' would make a perfect swan song.... But really, not an option.... So my place? I've needs You can meet, I'd told m that Our connection of one of mutual benefit and use, maybe that was enough... I'd take a cameo role in the Realm, invited to scenarios You planned, a willing extra, safe... I used my anger and resentment to step back, only mailing to reply, creating a distance, but not an ending... Amorist protecting self.... I built a whole tangle of negativity around it, which fed me... What I had no concept of, was the power of this dark energy would only bind me tighter... Because I was feeling... Because somehow 'this, has an energy of its own.... We meet, it's so good to see You... I'm driven, charged, strong... A wait ensues in the bar as the room isn't ready... I decide I'll have a 'drink', a vodka an orange.. Not a big deal You may think, but for me this is huge.... It's taking a leap of faith, acknowledging an intent to 'let go'.... Sitting talking, face to face, I'm inexplicity shy... Being unused to alcohol, even in the smallest amounts, I can feel it, a warmth spreading through me, an opening, a softening of edges.... You prepare the room, while I wait, then return to finish Your beer... You send me up ahead... On the bed I see the shoes and a blindfold, I change into the shoes, I have fish nets stocking and suspenders, no underwear beneath my dress....I set my iPad up to play some music...... I wrap the blindfold about my eyes and lay on the bed... The darkness comforting, sounds heightened as I wait to hear the door open..... Butterflies in my stomach.... My breathing measured.... You enter the room... Atmosphere charged... Hand pulling me up, stripping my dress, my bra, pushing me onto my front on the bed... My breaths quickened, body on instant high alert for what might be next..... Your hands oiled, on my body, strong, firm, possessing.... A massage which takes and gives, unlike anyother.... You lean over me, close.. I feel heat, I feel You... And I remember the first words You ever said to me face to face... "It's powerful, isn't it?" A touch both relaxing and demanding, drawing my responses.... I feel myself moving under Your hands, wanting, needing, trusting...... Every part of me reacting to You, every inch of skin a 'zone' to be awakened..... |
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Another fine piece of erotic drama... Always leave them wanting more.
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6/18/2021 3:51 pm |
The delicious tension of the wait for Master.... what awaits? How to serve...? yummmmm
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