This is the first story I have ever written. It is based on a dream I had after reading a few stories on Lit. The text follows my dream, I apologise if there are some similarities to other work- nothing on purpose. With that said, I hope you will enjoy it.
I wish to thank AngelLove for editing my story. Any mistakes left are my own.
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Tonight was the night. My hands were shaking and my heart was beating faster than I thought was possible. I know I shouldn't be this nervous. I loved Mark. We'd been together for six months now but we had known each other for years before that. We even moved together a month ago, now sharing an apartment, tiny but our own. Tonight was the night I had decided to do my best to get out of my shy routine. Our sex life was great and he always made me feel so good, I loved that even though he was often more dominant he was still incredibly gentle with me and my inhibitions. And those I have plenty of.
I've always been shy and it isn't easy for me to put into words what I want to do, how I want to touch him or what I wish he'd do. We had experimented a bit and tried to talk about almost everything. But I could tell he wanted me to step up more. So tonight I would. I'd been planning for tonight all week. I had run over the details over and over in my head, bought everything I needed and even remembered to hide the stuff from Mark. This wouldn't have been such a great surprise if he had found out about it in advance.
I lit the candles and prepared our bed room. Maybe the atmosphere would help me relax. Now all I had to do was wait for him to come home from work. I took a deep breath trying to calm my nerves.
"I have wanted to do this for him, for us, for along time and I won't let my shyness stop me this time. It'll be fun," I thought trying to psyche myself up. I looked myself in the mirror for the umpteenth time today. I had bought a silk robe for this occasion and wore nothing underneath it.
"He isn't going to laugh at me." Even as I was thinking that I knew I was being unreasonable. Mark would never laugh at me. He loves me. The thought brought a smile to my face, I was going to try this and if he didn't like it too bad. At least I wouldn't feel like I was hiding my fantasies from him.
I could hear the keys in the lock. "Oh my god, he's here." Too late to back down now.
"Honey? What is all this? Candles? Mm, you sure know how to make me feel welcomed after a day in the office," he said with a smile.
"You look hot, any special reason for this?" he kept asking eyes sparkling mischievously.
Mark was taking his jacket off and stood by our bedroom door loosening his tie. I don't think I could ever grow tired looking at him. Even when he had spent a long day working he still looked incredibly hot. He was a strong man with broad shoulders and he was the perfect height. I sometimes wondered how we could fit so well together, I am a tall woman and I could still wear heels with him. And at home I fit perfectly under his arm. And that, for me, was the best place in the world. He made me feel so safe. I could stay there forever, just smelling him.
"Hi honey," I said kissing his cheek. He smelled great. He had put my favorite cologne on when he left this morning leaving the scent lingering in the air. I started to take off his tie and to unbutton his shirt. I was determined to do this even if my hands were shaking and it felt like I had run ten kilometers. "Tonight I want us to try something new, so relax and let me take care of everything."
He smiled and that made me instantly more at ease. Taking his hand I led him by the bed. I slid my hands under his shirt taking it off and feeling his warm skin. Then I walked behind him and put my arms around him. I wanted to feel him close for a second. I closed my eyes and just stood there embracing him for a little while. I laid my head on his shoulder and took a deep breath.
"You only need to say stop if you don't like what am I doing, otherwise don't say a word. This is my present for you. I love you," I said as I stepped to face him again.
I discarded my robe and stood before him naked. His smile deepened and his eyes roamed my body. He still had eyes for me. I had to give him credit for that. Just seeing his smile like that with his eyes getting darker was making me all tingly inside. I continued to rid him of his clothes, just dropping them on the chair next to the bed. I loosened his belt pulling it off before starting on his pants. I fumbled with the zipper enough to make me blush. But even with, or maybe because of my fumbling, I could tell by the bulge that was starting to form in his underwear that he wasn't objecting to anything I had done so far.
I guess it was a good change for him too that I finally found my guts to try something a bit different. I asked Mark to close his eyes and wait for a moment and went searching by the bed. I had hidden a small box containing the things I had bought earlier. I took out a black blindfold made of silk. It had long laces so that when I tied it the ends of the laces hanged down his chest all the way to his belly button. It matched nicely my now forgotten robe I thought with a smile. I took a moment to run the soft material of the laces over his chest pausing to play with his nipples for a second.
