Hello gorgeous!
Thought I'd send you a little taster to get you all hot and sticky under the collar :) (It's a good story I think!!)
First I have to set the scene, so be patient, and I'm trying my best...
It's a dark, thunderous night... It's very quiet except for the rolling and crashing of the thunder, and hardly any light around except for a couple of lightening bolts and a couple of candles...
We're under a shelter... It's similar to the one you described to me; a glass building, dome shaped, rain rolling down the sides of the windows... Not a lot inside... No desk, chair or piano, but there is a raging fire, and right in the centre of the rounded room, there is a four-poster bed.
It's quite late at the moment β the clock has just struck 2am, and I'm starting to get impatient waiting for you. My fingers are tapping against the wooden floor, and my stomach, lying bare flesh on a woollen rug in front of the fire. I am dressed; I have a satin bra with front fastening, a satin baby blue blouse, which is pulled up slightly so I can feel the rug on my belly. I have a very short black skirt on... Not leather, just cotton. And as for my legs β I have a suspender belt, blue in colour with a pair of fishnet stockings being hidden away by my kitten-heel, thigh-high boots.
I have a cigarette sticking out of my mouth, attached to a 5-inch filter, making me look as though I've just stepped out of a roaring 20's film, except for the clothing, of course!
I decide to get up from the floor. I've just walked to a small table, pushed to one side of the fireplace, and I've lit two red candles. Red for passion.
There are a few red silk scarves floating around the room, and also red satin sheets are covering the mattress and duvet covers. Blood red. Red means warmth, red means heat. Red means passion.
Knock, knock, knock...
Finally! You're here!!