Fantasy
I lay lonely in my bed thinking of him, always him... his face, his touch, the velvet sound of his voice as it whispers in my ear. His touch gentle as the caress of a soft evening breeze, but possessive, consuming. I am his, no qualms, no fears, but does he know? My body begins to squirm voicing its frustration. I know, I need him. That thought runs through my mind as my fingers gently touch my clit, just hard enough that I can feel it, but gentle enough that it only teases, making me more aroused than thoughts of him already had. My mind drifts, drumming up both memories and fantasies somehow meshing together with him at center stage. I hone in on one line of fantasy as I move my fingers in circular motion across my clit.
Let me tell you my fantasy, Lover.
You step into the room with that signature self possession that's all your own. I was waiting for you. I'm still a little nervous, I don't know what you have planned but my whole body is tingling with sensual energy. You told me to wear something sexy so I chose a blue lace chemise and a matching blue lace thong, coupled with thigh high fishnet stockings and a black garter. You stand in the doorway appraising me, almost transfixed, I'm not sure what you're thinking. I let my eyes meet yours as I slowly walk toward you.
"Stop," you say quietly but with an authoritative edge. I stand still a bit taken aback. You look me over in a possessive appraising way that makes me shiver and then you move toward me, I reach out for you but you tell me "'No touching!" I let my hands drop back to my sides. You remove a black silk scarf from your pocket and move behind me. Being careful not to touch me you tie the scarf over my eyes. Suddenly, I can't see a thing.
"Shhh" you coo, soothing away whatever anxiety you thought I might have. I stand still waiting for your touch, but instead you take one hand and move me to sit in a chair, pulling my hands behind the chair you tie them there, with what I'm not sure. Then, bending down you tie my ankles to each of the front legs on the chair. I whimper slightly, waiting for whatever comes next.
I feel something light brush my skin, not your hands, maybe a flower, or a feather, I'm not sure, but light and gentle, you run it down my arm, then over my breast, then up my neck and along my cheek. I sigh, so light, so wonderful. Your lips gently brush my forehead as you trail your fingertip down my other arm. I tilt my head up hoping for a real kiss. My whole body is burning to feel you on me, inside me, taking me fast and hard.