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I am still with Kate and the Pres, but I've taken a break to write two things for someone special.
This is for ADM
We have been doing this dance of email and text and telephone calls for six months now and have been wanting and frustrated. Now it is time you decide and you ask me my schedule. I tell you and you send me a plane ticket to meet you in Paris, the city of lights. I am excited beyond belief. Five days before I see you my beloved. Five days before I am at last in your arms.
You tell me to pack a small bag with what I need for two days. You and I will shop for clothes once I get there. I argue, you tell me I will do what you want. I thank you. You say that's better. You are mine remember that. I am yours.
A car arrives to pick me up and take me to the Airport. I am beyond excited. I am leaving my life behind for a little while to finally meet you face to face. I know you. I've been talking to you for six months. I've been waiting for this day. I've shared with you my hopes, my dreams, my secrets, my fears, my life More than I have shared with others. You have done the same. We are countries apart, lives apart, worlds apart, but we have by some miracle, by the power of the almighty, by fate and chance we have found each other and I am on my way.
You text me. "Are you on the plane yet?" I am just getting on and I let you know. I am seated in first class and given a glass of champagne. I drink it and text you to let you know I'm on my way. For six hours we will not be speaking. I need the time to be calm. I can't wait.
When I arrive, I see you and my excitement is palpable. We have shared photos, we have spoken on the phone and I as I go through customs I am within reach of you. When we are finally face-to-face, you gently kiss my cheek. I want to wrap my arms around you, but I must wait. You take my bag and lead me to the car where the driver takes us to our hotel, our love nest for the next week. I am dressed in a flowing skirt with stockings and no panties as you instructed. All during the ride to the hotel, you play with me between my legs. You stroke me and tease me, but you refuse to kiss me. You want our first kiss to be memorable.
I am in heat, in need and in want of you, but you won't let me touch you. We reach our room and as you drop my bag, you push me against the wall. You capture my lips with yours and pull up my skirt touching my sex while you thrust your tongue into my mouth.
Our tongues dance the dance and I am soaking wet. I keep kissing you and my hands are in your curly hair. I want you here and now. I feel your erection. You want me too. You squeeze my breasts through my clothes and I want you licking my breasts, but then you still. You release me. "I want you to feed." You say. I am breathless. I manage to put myself together. I put the clothes away as you order food. We eat and talk of nothing and everything, the flight, how happy we are to see each other, but we can both feel our want and need.
After food, you inform me we are going shopping because we will be going out for dinner. We spend part of the day shopping for things you want me to wear. I want to shower with you, but you will not let me, not now but later. I shower and dress in a slinky dress that you have chosen for me with heels.