Wednesday Confessional
My blood moves like molasses through my veins. The entire world seems to have slowed to a crawl as I wait for him. A strip of satin covers my eyes and I am unable to see anything, but I can hear...I can smell...I can most decidedly feel.
I hear his feet on the floor as he moves about the room. It feels like an eternity since heard the drop of his shoes as he removed them. He is not pacing, but he moves from one side of the room to the other. My head turns and follows him...every step he makes heightening my anticipation. When the steps begin to move toward me, my fingers clench where they rest on my thighs.
"You must relax."
I smell him...the citrus smell of his lotion. I remember the sweet sounds from his mouth as I rubbed the lotion into his skin earlier...remember the way he smiled...the stroke of his hand in my hair as I rubbed his arms...his thighs...his chest. I smell the cedar from the closet to the left of me. I smell the tang of pine as a breeze blows through the open window. A shiver runs through me and I know that my nipples are pebbled. I smell the leather.
He walks around me. His hands brush gently over my shoulders. And then something else brushes over my shoulders...down my spine. I stifle a moan, biting my lip.
"I want to hear you."
His mouth is right next to my ear and as he takes the lobe between his teeth, I don't try to stop the sounds that escape me.
His breath is warm as he moves down to my neck. His teeth close tenderly over the tendon...thin leather straps brush against my ass...fingers find my right nipple and pinch. I am overwhelmed and we've barely begun.
And then his hand is on my back, pushing me down...my ass rising....
"Good girl"
I hear his feet on the floor as he moves about the room. It feels like an eternity since heard the drop of his shoes as he removed them. He is not pacing, but he moves from one side of the room to the other. My head turns and follows him...every step he makes heightening my anticipation. When the steps begin to move toward me, my fingers clench where they rest on my thighs.
"You must relax."
I smell him...the citrus smell of his lotion. I remember the sweet sounds from his mouth as I rubbed the lotion into his skin earlier...remember the way he smiled...the stroke of his hand in my hair as I rubbed his arms...his thighs...his chest. I smell the cedar from the closet to the left of me. I smell the tang of pine as a breeze blows through the open window. A shiver runs through me and I know that my nipples are pebbled. I smell the leather.
He walks around me. His hands brush gently over my shoulders. And then something else brushes over my shoulders...down my spine. I stifle a moan, biting my lip.
"I want to hear you."
His mouth is right next to my ear and as he takes the lobe between his teeth, I don't try to stop the sounds that escape me.
His breath is warm as he moves down to my neck. His teeth close tenderly over the tendon...thin leather straps brush against my ass...fingers find my right nipple and pinch. I am overwhelmed and we've barely begun.
And then his hand is on my back, pushing me down...my ass rising....
"Good girl"