Laying you down naked. Your back cradled by the softness of a sheepskin rug.
Open fire burning, creating a seductive warmth and light that produces an enticing ambience. The crackle of the fire calming and seductive.
I drape a scarf over your eyes, removing the sense of sight.
Leaning forward, whispering softly in your ear. So softly that you strain to hear. Taunting you with words of what is to come.
Your mind begins to race as it takes the pictures I plant as a seed in your mind and begins to paint its own landscape of lust and debauchery.
I see your lips part and your tongue subconsciously runs over your bottom lip.
Your mind is now in overdrive. Right where I want it. Heightened state of anticipation, mixed with anxiety of loss of control, not knowing what is to come.
My fingertips tracing the curves of your body. Touching, sliding, exploring.
Watching your chest rise and fall as excitement and anticipation within you builds.
My fingers trace circles around one of your breasts. Your chest rises in response to the softness of the touch that draws smaller and smaller circles as I get closer and closer to your nipple.