I can find your eyes from across the crowded room. That subtle look that tells so much in a single glance. Nothing complicated, just simple and effective. That momentary pause in time where the room stops around us, before abruptly returning to its former state. From then on there will be half an ear to conversations, missed cues and clumsily spilled drinks. As I squeeze past behind you, glass in hand, I can feel your desire as your fingers run down the side of my dress as I pass. I sense you are having difficulty concealing it as you shift yourself away from the group you are standing with. You sense my look and I flash you a quick smile. There is nothing said and nothing needs to be said. We both know how we want the evening to end as you watch me slip quietly away from the throng of the party into the cool night air.
It has been almost twenty minutes now, but I know you will be here. Having changed into a revealing black satin night gown, I sit twisting the straps with a nervous sexual tension running through my body. Beside me is the wine poured from the half empty bottle of red on the bedside table. The party music resounding faintly in the distance seems a world away from where I'll be tonight.
I slowly begin to enjoy the anticipation and slip a hand in to stroke my naked breast under the soft fabric. Not long now. I smile as I picture you in that crowded room, desperately trying to appease your cravings and still hold a polite conversation. Quite the gentleman, no doubt- only getting away with it because of the general level of alcohol consumption. My thoughts of you begin to drift again and I shudder with pleasure and longing. Moments later, I hear the familiar silent click of the door closing. From here on only two will share this night.
A wide grin and rolled eyes of approval tell me my change of clothing has hit the mark. I stride forward and hush your whispers of apology with a long, lingering kiss. This moment has waited all night to happen. I can feel you, hard, as I pull you close, your trousers barely able to hold everything in place. You slide your mouth along my neck letting your hands wander the silky fabric of my slip. As I let out a loud moan you quickly cover my mouth to silence it. We stop for a moment, listening, before collapsing in a fit of laughter onto the bed. Not for long though- sexual desire takes over and we look deep into each others eyes with a craving passion.
You pull me up and rest me gently on the edge of the sumptuous bedcovers, admiring my figure with your luscious eyes. I feel the sensual touch of your hand teasing my hair as it searches my neck, sending shivers through my body with every stroke. Placing my hands behind my back, you work skillfully and methodically, your touch smooth yet firm as the supple hemp slides stealthily along my prickly skin.
My breath begins to fluster as the rope is woven in and out of my arms and pulled taut around the silky fabric at my waist. I can feel you throbbing beneath your trousers as you bind my legs, tugging forcefully at each lash as the twine is wound tighter round my sleek ankles and passed up through my laced arms, rendering me helpless. As the last knot is secured you stop to admire your handiwork, your eyes mapping out every detail of my form in your mind. There's a look of burning pleasure in you as I writhe under the bonds, powerless, panting, pleading. While I struggle, you place a scarf over my eyes, heightening my remaining senses as I breathe in deep, filling myself with your sweet, satisfying odor.
