Being a firm believer in fate, destiny and the powers that be, a recent experience of mine came as absolutely no surprise. For weeks my dreams were being invaded by a tall, charismatic stranger with light, wind blown hair. Who knows better than I that an experience such as this cannot be forced? It must be allowed to evolve naturally, and so it did.
Eventually I simply had to close my eyes and he would be there, waiting for me. He almost seemed to develop phantom like qualities in my fantasies. His eyes, his hair, his bone structure, all stunningly clear to me, but alas - I could bring no other qualities into focus.
I was growing somewhat bored with my social life at the time and I was craving excitement. This, of course, manifested itself in my thoughts and my dreams. I felt that it was time for me to spice up my life somehow, and do something just a little out of character.
I devoted much time to reminiscing old adventures I had participated in during my wilder years, as this mysterious stranger continued to flash before my eyes and gain control of my thoughts. I contemplated many things that I had always wanted to do, but never quite got around to doing. Being rather sensual in nature, and quite in touch with my body, I had often entertained the idea of having a tattoo of some kind. Something that would express my personality and actually communicate some part of myself to the remainder of the world – the true meaning of which would be known only to me.
I was actually quite excited by the entire notion and decided that was what I was going to do. I set about thumbing through the yellow pages to find just the right parlor to visit. There was really no need for this however, as I already knew where I was going to go. There was only one in my area that I knew of, and for some unknown reason, I had always felt compelled to gaze upon it each time I passed by. I wondered what it was about that one in particular I found so fascinating. What lay in store for me behind those doors?
Being rather naïve in matters such as these, I decided to call and make an appointment. I located the number and proceeded to do just that. A very distinctive male voice answered. My heart skipped a beat and my pulse quickened. It was him. I could feel it. In the very depths of my soul I knew it was him. Somehow I managed to reserve an appointment as images of this man and his immediate surroundings flashed before my mind’s eye. Again, those eyes, that hair, even the counter that he sat beside and the curtains beside him. I could visualize everything. I would carry through with my plans that very week. I grew increasingly anxious with each passing day.
Eventually the fated day arrived. There would be no turning back for me now. Finding myself standing before those mysterious doors later that evening, I struggled to maintain my composure. Taking a deep breath I entered and proceeded to descend the spiraling staircase. It was all quite surreal now that I am remembering it in detail. The room itself was quite large with three smaller cubicle type rooms just off of each corner, all three of which were surrounded with curtains. Oddly enough, I had seen those curtains somewhere before…
The smell of smoke and the sound of music playing softly in the background were the first to filter through to my bombarded senses. Then there were the pictures – the pictures clinging to every available piece of wall space. I found myself drawn, of course, to one particular section of wild cats, and I stood there just gazing at them for what seemed like hours. I knew he was there. I could feel the sheer force of his presence. I could feel his eyes on my body. And yet, I was not ready to turn towards him. I wished to prolong the mystery and the intrigue for just a little while longer. The anticipation – so sweet – the realization of which would be so much sweeter.
The lights began to grow dim and the smoke surrounding me seemed to thicken, leaving me somewhat dazed and disoriented. He was making his way across the room towards me. I turned to greet him and a small gasp caught in my throat as my eyes rested upon his strong young body. A flash of recognition as I gazed into those inquisitive green eyes, but only for a moment, long enough to leave me shaken, my composure a thing of the past.
I felt myself closing the remaining gap between us, instinctively reaching for the strong lines of his jaw, pulling his parted lips down to meet mine. Our tongues entwined as we explored each and every crevice of our sensuous mouths and scorching lips. I felt the stirrings of desire spreading throughout my loins as I surrendered to my passion and pressed my aching body tightly against his. Victory had never been so sweet. I could feel him responding through the layers of our clothing.
Vaguely I remember him locking the doors and leading me to a small table in the corner. Ever so slowly, as if in slow motion, we began to eliminate the restrictive barriers of our clothing. Article by article of clothing was tossed to one side. Hands moved feverishly to explore every inch of fiery flesh as it was exposed. Moist lips found their way to all those forbidden places. Upon stripping away my now very damp panties, I felt his skilled hands slowly make their way down to my thighs. Holding me in this fashion he lifted my body and placed me on the table. My breathing was now quite ragged. Every nerve ending in my body was screaming for mercy.
