What do you see when you close your eyes, and you are alone in the dark?
When all else flees, but the quiet and the hunger. When you press aside everything that does not have to do with your need. When you remove the binds that hold you to everyday life and embrace the promise of the extraordinary. When you discard rules and lines, erase boundaries and constraints. When you strip off the faces you wear for everyone else and expose the naked truth of self underneath.
What do you see when you close your eyes?
When I close my eyes…
…I see you.
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On your knees. Your head lowered, sensing but not seeing me – knowing I am standing in front of you, close enough to slide my fingers through your hair and grip you. You feel a sharp tug as fingers tense and draw your head back until you’re forced to look up into dark eyes.
But only for a moment. Because my fingers tighten further and your eyes close to absorb the shock of my sharp unyielding grip even as I use my free hand to draw a delicate line down the length of your bared throat.
I can see total release in the tension of your neck, your shoulders lowered just a bit in anticipation. I can feel the moment you let go and let yourself be caught in the building tide, swept hard against the walls I’ve placed to guide you exactly where I want you to go. I can feel you give in as I lift you and place you in a chair, blindfolding and binding you in place.
All is dark. Your hands are bound along the back side of the chair. And I have placed a female friend, a very beautiful, accomdating friend, on a chair facing away from you. She is close enough that you can feel her hair brush the back of your neck as she breathes.
You don’t struggle. Much.
Are those my hands pushing the skirt up your legs? Are those your thighs being parted?
Is that your leg resting over my shoulder?
Can you hear me do the same to her? The sharp intake of breath when my lips leave a trail of small wet kisses along the inside of her thigh until they reach the center?
Does it make you shiver to know she’s so close? To know what is being done to her? So close you can feel her shudder, feel the growing heat of her skin?
Is it hard to sit still, tied as you are, and hear the steady rustle of clothing, the surprised gasp?
To be continued…
I can feel the moment you let go and let yourself be caught in the building tide, swept hard against the walls I’ve placed to guide you exactly where I want you to go.
This is breathtaking! You’re knowledge of these matters makes my heart race. Please, continue this …