The one thing you've asked of me is to write down what I felt when you commanded my night.
I put on a brand new bra and panty set and lay on the bed wearing the blindfold you bought me. Your only instructions were for me to be unable to see when you came home. You walk in the house and announce yourself, "Honey, I'm home!" I can't help but think how cheesy that sounds and I giggle to myself but I don't answer. You know where I am.
You walk up the stairs and approach our room. You open the door and I know what you see. Your wife is lying on the bed wearing a sapphire bra and thong set that you've never seen. The sun is setting at our window so the shadows of the trees caress random parts of my milk chocolate skin. I can hear you breathing.
My breasts tingle and my chest heaves as I feel you watching me. You haven't said a word but I hear what you're saying. A smile lights my face. I can hear the same in your voice as you finally say, "You are so beautiful."
It's wonderful to lay here and bask in your love. You walk to the bed and stop before you touch it. I hear you shedding clothes slowly and it turns me on. I'm getting restless as I hear you untie your tie and start unbuttoning your shirt as you toe off your shoes and socks. I hear you unbuckle your pants and the rustling of you pulling your shirt from them. Their near silent slide down your legs makes my hands shake. I know what's left, nothing. You didn't put on anything else this morning.
My nipples are awake and my thighs are flexing as you watch me. I can feel your heated gaze. "Do you trust me," you ask? "Always."
You walk around our king sized bed and I can feel your eyes on every inch of my skin. You lean over me and kiss my fingers. Your fingers caress my face. Then I feel you gently scrape your nails across my belly. I suck in air and my back arches.