The room is dimly lit; there's the light from the bathroom, and from many candles, the little short kind, scattered around the room. Shadows dance in the flickering light, and soft music is playing in the background.
It's a large bed, king size, with a fluffy quilted top; the covers are turned down, and three pillows are fluffed full, laying end to end just below the headboard. On the center pillow is a single long stem red rose; it's lying diagonally across a lavender envelop. You walk closer to the bed, closer yet, till you're able to make out the lightly blocked letters "Shelley".
On the table next to the bed is a small red box; it's about 2 inches long, and a little over an inch wide. You smile, knowing its contents, two melt in your mouth, divinely delicious Euphoria truffles; a treat for later in the evening, or perhaps tomorrow morning as you snuggle close in your lovers arms.
You reach down, picking up the rose; the bud is just starting to open, and its aroma touches your senses. You close your eyes, take a deep breath and let the sweet floral smell fill your lugs. There's a card in the envelope, with a neatly printed message; "Your passion fills my heart, and excites my soul. I will see you soon. Dan"
You enter the bathroom, and then the shower; the Jacuzzi will wait till later, when you have company to enjoy, and share it with. With your eyes closed, you stand facing the shower head; warm water splashes on your face, runs across your breasts, down your tummy and thighs. For awhile you enjoy the warmth, then step back, just a bit, letting the pulsating water spray between you legs. A small shudder runs through your body as you imagine what lies ahead.
You finish your shower, turn the water off, and reach for the white fluffy towel. As you dry yourself, the soft knap of the towel brushes your nipples, they stand erect, reacting almost instantly. Once again your eyes close, as another small shudder ripples through your body.
You move back to the bedroom, sit on the edge of the bed for just a moment, then slip between the silky smooth sheets. Again you read your card; "I will see you soon". Your imagination drifts, as you think of him entering the room, the moment he touches you, the moment his lips meet yours.
The bed moves, and you realize you must have been sleeping. I bend low, gently brush your hair away, and kiss the back of your neck. My lips linger there, and I nuzzle that tender spot, just below your ear. A chill runs down your back, little bumps form, and a nearly silent sigh escapes your mouth.
I take your hand, and you roll onto your back, so your lips can find mine. It's a sweet and gentle kiss, with my hand caressing your cheek. Your mouth opens slightly, as does mine, and the tip of our tongues search out each other.
Kneeling on the bed next to you, I take your hand in mine, and you feel the flowing warmth, as oil slowly pours into your palm. There's a slightly sweet scent to the oil, and it warms you in places it doesn't yet touch. I slowly rub the oil into your hand; one by one, I grip each finger, pull gently, and let them slip from my grasp, as I move from the base to the tip. You take a deep breath, your eyes are closed, and all the stress of the week slowly drains from your body.
Another deep breath, then a gasp as I take your index finger into my mouth; all the way in, till my lips close around it. Gently I suckle your finger, slowly pulling it from my mouth. Along the way, my tongue plays with you, tasting you, teasing you, enjoying you.
From one finger to another I move along your hand; it's hard to believe your hand can be so sensitive. It's exciting and relaxing at the same time to feel me take you in. Just as I finish with your smallest finger, my tongue finds the webs that separate each one. I linger and play with first one and then another.
Slowly I lower your hand, placing your arm at your side. I leave one hand on your stomach, as I move across you to your other side. The warmth from my hand radiates through you, warming you deeply, as you've never felt before.
Once on your other side, the ritual begins again, starting with the palm of your hand, then continuing with each and every finger. Even knowing what's about to happen, doesn't calm your anticipation, and you again shudder as I suck your fingers into my mouth.
I finish with your last finger, but instead of placing your arm at your side, I hold your hand in mine, and extend your arm, full length. I invert the little brown bottle, and you watch the warmed oil drip onto your wrist, the crook of your elbow, and your upper arm. With an almost imperceptible touch, I spread the oil, and then with slightly more pressure, massage it into your pores.
Moving back to the first side, I repeat the process, but as I finish with your arm, I again reach for the little brown bottle. The oil is still warm as it drips onto your neck and across your breasts. I stop as I approach your nipples, and then let drop after drop fall directly upon them.
I place the bottle on the end table, and then slowly spread the oil, under, between and around each breast. Your breath is coming a bit faster now, and your heart stutters as your nipple passes between my fingers. I hold it there for a moment, pulling slightly, then let it slip through. First one breast, then the other, then both together receive my attention. I hear you take another deep breath, and then a sigh, as my hand moves lower, toward your tummy.
Again my hand reaches for the bottle, and again you watch the oil pour forth, this time across your abdomen, past your navel, and down to the outer reaches of your feminine core. Your chest quickly rises, and then slowly falls as you exhale. From side to side I spread the oil; under the lower reaches of your ribs, across your tummy, and down the front of your thighs. Intermittently, as I pass, I brush the fringes of your public hair, pausing ever so slightly to feel you tense and then relax.
