The warm air exhaled itself through the open French window,
refreshing the room, enabling the current events to continue. She’d sat on the
chair for at least three minutes, waiting, her heart wanting to beat faster,
yet she felt so very, very calm. She could hear him, doing whatever he was
doing, over in the other corner of the room. She heard the sound of a zip
opening, probably from his travel bag, then silence. Cold, comforting, annoying
silence.
She enjoyed this, all of it, the temptation, the wanton
feelings, losing herself to her ever breathing, heart beating, satisfaction.
To many this wouldn't even be a consideration but to her, especially to her, it
was something she desired each and every single solitary day. She cared not for
drama, the ever expanding destruction of another’s pointless issues, as life
was for enjoyment. For feeling. For needing, craving and much, much more.
At first all of this seemed a bit strange but, thankfully,
she soon caught up to the way that things could be. The side glances, the
knowing, the realisation that life could be… more. Much more. Pleasure could be
everything. Every thought, ever moment, if you had the imagination, the
capability to realise something else existed. She knew that her emotions were directly
linked to her very senses, that every single inch of her beautiful body, could
be motivated to feel.
She wiggled her nose, just a little, as she wouldn't want
the blindfold to move. Arms by her side, wearing the ever so small dress that
he’d sent her, still waiting, allowing her mind to drift. She had a few things
to do, tomorrow, running through the list but, just then, she felt his
fingertips touch the side of her leg. Her heartbeat spiked, her body tensing
for a mild second, before all of her thoughts turned to his touch.
Slowly, but not that slow, he moved his finger tips up the
side of her legs. Her breathing changed, knowing that this wouldn't stop until…
until he decided it would stop. As his touch reached the bottom of her dress he
paused, one hand vanishing from her skin, until they both moved and she felt
the safety scissors cutting into her outfit. Bit by bit, loosening, as each cut
sent a sound to her mind. A few seconds passed, as he motioned with his hand in
hers, for her to stand.
As she stood her dress fell away from her, exposing her,
once again to his touch. He started, again, at her ankles. Running his touch,
his soft smooth touch, up the side of her legs. As he reached her waist his
touch moved around to her back, moving upwards, the feelings sending so many
thoughts into her mind. As he moved she could feel his calm, soft, breath
against her lips. He was right there, right in front of her. She dared herself
to kiss him, to taste him, but that would spoil the game and that simply
wouldn't do.
As he reached the back of her neck he stopped, moving his
touch down and around, just under her breasts, staying away from the places she
really wanted him to touch. But, as she knew, temptation, desire, wonder and
want often didn't, shouldn't, just be about the places everyone wanted. She was
a woman and every single part of her deserved attention. As his touch once
again vanished, her mind relaxed a little, her legs starting to feel the moment,
as did the rest of her.
A second vanished and she again felt his touch upon her
skin. He was behind her, hands again starting at her legs, touching, feeling,
the tips of those fingers feeling so tempting. Right now he could do anything
to her, she wouldn't care, she didn't want to care, as feeling seemed to be all
that she wanted. Far too much life, far too much drama, fading away due to this
very moment. As his hands again reached her chest she felt his lips press
against the back of her neck, kissing, making her want him even more. She felt
his lips move to the side of her neck, her head falling backwards to rest
against his shoulder, finally giving in.
She raised her arm, to place it against the side of his
head, enjoying every second as, finally, he encompassed her breasts within his
soft hands. She turned, taking his lips
onto hers, kissing deeply and as passionately as she could find. He’d been
doing this to her for the last few weeks, teasing her, tempting her, but this
second was the time to feel. Touching was beautiful, deeply moving, but right
now, it was time to feel everything that he had.
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