We have a back and forth for a time and over the course of many increasingly dirty conversations, we eventually conclude we’d go crazy if we didn’t meet and actually play out some of the fantasies we’d unwound in written word.
I fly to your town and let you know only to be ready at 7 in something comfortable. At that time, your doorbell rings and you find a card, telling you to go downstairs, where a car is waiting for you. You get in, have a glass of wine, and are taken to a masseur’s private salon, where for the next hour you have the most wonderfully relaxing massage you have ever had… to be completed later… by me.
The car takes you home to change into a beautiful black dress you find waiting… and when you come back outside, I’m in the car waiting for you. I meet you as you approach and gather your face in my hands, running them slowly back through your hair until I’m cradling your head in my palms, using your hair to tilt your beautiful lips to meet mine. At first, I just brush my lips against yours, feeling the incredible softness, pressing gently, and kissing along the line of your jaw, leaning in closely and whispering to you how much I’ve been waiting for you and wanting you, my breath tickling your ear. I marvel at the smell of your hair as it brushes against my face and allows me to breathe deeply of you.