Another original Peterswiftt tale of erotic mystery, voyeurism and the sexual prowess and intrigue of a strong sexual predator who observes the women that call upon him to pleasure their own bodies during his methodical sexually charged and intensely detailed direction. The only thing that he asks in return is their total compliance to his every request as he watches them in the soft morning glow of their own bedrooms.
And so our story begins:
It was three a.m. when she woke from that sensual dream, the dream that created the need that was now far beyond her control and instantly she prompted her cell phone: "Hey Siri, call 'The Man in the Dark' on Face Time."
She is mature lady of means, always keeping her home and especially the bedroom she is now in all tidy neat and clean, with the one exception of course of the desk top holder she had mounted her device in all clumsily duct taped to some books atop her dressing table to perfectly frame her bed for him.
Within seconds she heard Siri's female sounding response from that point in the dim light of her room: "Calling the Man in the Dark ... Face Time."
She prayed that he was available to take that call, but more than that she prayed he was willing to direct her through whatever it would take for her to achieve the relief that she now needed most.
Her heart was pounding her breathing grew deep, her hands trembled and her ears rang as Siri made that call.
The second odd sound from that Face Time tone seemed an eternity as she chanted aloud literally begging their two devices to "connect-connect, come-on-connect, please ...CONNECT ... PICK -UP damn it!"
Then finally she heard his soft compassionate but demanding voice ring strong: "Well good morning precious Laura, you look all warm and cozy there in the shadows, please tell me what you are wearing" and she knew that her prayers had finally been answered.
As that first question bathed her mind in the psychological warmth of his presence that she so desperately needed, the very sound of it started calming her fears to where she could instantly open herself to accept without boundaries whatever it was that he may ask of her; "anything, anything at all this day," she thought, for she was aware that to achieve relieve from her bottled up sexual tension along with all of the previous week's anxieties, it was solely dependent on what her total submission to his strong sexual prowess would provide her and that was what she now so desperately longed to have.
She wanted it, she had to have it and knowing that he had to gaze upon her to provide it; she reached out and turned on the one lamp that lit her bed in the soft subtle glow that he had not only requested, but had come to expect from her.
"I am wearing only my new satin panties for you under this top sheet." She responded all happy and content as she stared into a dark shadowy screen while awaiting his instruction.
"I can see the top sheet over your beautiful form lovely lady, but now it is time for you to share with me what lies beneath." And dutifully she started to slowly pull that thin satin sheet up toward her chin.
As it reached a point somewhere just above the narrow waist band of her tiny gray thong she heard his low insistent voice instruct her: "Stop. Now both hands gently down over your silky covering and stop with your eight fingers together atop that pretty little covered pooch of a mound for me ... oh yes, that's it, I want you to massage and play a little there, but you are to avoid all points south for now. Do you understand me Laura?"
And all she could manage by then was to huff out a breathy "Yes, anything" as she felt the pleasant caressing from all of her own fingers allow her mind to think that her erotic touch was that of him.