The city is familiar, like an old friend not seen for years, merely greeted in passing at Christmas. Familiar in its orange lights and cloud-strewn drizzling dark skies, the historic landmarks looming large as I turn away from the castle towards the already bustling pubs thick with early-evening trade.
I reach in my pocket for my phone and let it ring twice before disconnecting. My heart is fairly hammering in my chest. I identify the door I want, which stands slightly ajar. It opens easily enough. Up the dingy stairwell to your door. This is the moment of truth. A deep breath and I enter, locking the door behind me.
The flat is dark. I reach into my bag and remove a matches and a candle. The rasp of the match, the flare of the flame, the faint acrid odour make me think of devilry. I smile to myself. The bedroom must be there -- the door wide open. Picking up my bag I step up to it and blow out the candle before stepping in and closing the door behind me.
In the pitch black I hear your stifled breath as the door snicks shut. I say nothing, I can sense your presence, catch the odd hushed breath, perhaps even smell the scent of your sex. Will you have obeyed me, I wonder.
I strip naked, taking my time, knowing the quiet will unsettle you. I hear your breathing distinctly now. I could locate you in the dark by your breaths and your scent. But instead I light my candle, casting a soft glow about the room. As the whiff of sandalwood permeates the air, I see you for the first time.
You are beautiful. Your feet in red heels. Your legs in dark stockings are tight together. No other clothing. You are kneeling facing the bed. Your forehead rests on the edge, your arms are extended in front of you across the covers. Your dark hair is confined by the silk scarf that blindfolds you.
I light another candle. Then a third. I position them about the room. My penis is stiff and hard now, my balls tingling. I remove the last important item from my bag and approach you. I can see you trembling with anticipation.
You are magnificent. Full-bodied. Such a round arse and strong thighs framing the most beautiful plump shaven cunt I have ever seen. My penis twitches at the sight. I move to stand astride your calves and let out a deep growl of pleasure at the sight of you. You seem to convulse at the sound, your thighs quivering, your heavy breasts heaving.
