Late at night.

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

You must have been drunk when you left the voice mail telling me how you wanted me to fight your frustrations. I tried to call you back but you did not answer, forcing me to replay your sultry voice in my head. You spoke of lust and pleasure in a sobering way while clearly out of your mind. Taunting me even with wants of bondage and restriction. Telling me how you want me to get you almost there and then hold back. Your voice so seductive and raunchy I almost did not recognize it as you. Listening again to the message I get a text from you telling me about your open bedroom doors that lead out back. Then another letting me know that no does not always mean no. Pacing in my place I debate the manor in which to approach this delicate situation. To take advantage of a plastered young lady whom lays waiting or wait until it may be too late to have my way. Another tone announces the arrival of a sexy photo you took with your hands bound to the bed. The caption simply read, “coming?”. On with my boots, I check my hair in the mirror in the entry on my way out. My heart pounds hard against my chest and my pulse pumps violently in my neck on my stroll to the truck. Waiting for the glow plugs to warm another picture makes its way to me. This one of your feet bound and I can clearly see you have blind folded yourself. Complete deprivation and waiting for me to come and fill it back up. I drive at a controlled yet speedy pace and finally make my way up your back ally. Parking my ride I sit for a moment and think about the time that is about to come. Knowing you wait for my arrival to set you free. In stride that was that of a man on a journey I walked threw your gate and up the sidewalk to your room. The mini blinds shut I had to put my face almost to the glass in order to see your silhouette tied in place. My hand reaches to turn the knob and pushes open the way inside. The smell of incense and the look of shadows dancing in candle light first grabs my attention. Shear curtains blow in the breeze I bring in with me. I saunter over to the edge of the mattress to find leather straps at your ankles. Legs pulled wide apart your nude body looks like silk and your lips like a sweet fruit waiting to be suckled. The side table is smoking with the burning embers of rose. The other has phallic objects of rubber, leather, and glass. From left to right I drift from side to side. Looking at you I see your nervous smile as you wait for my weight to be on you. My palm smacks down hard leaving small whelps upon your backside as you attempt to turn your tied body towards me. This is the first of a life time of impressions I will leave upon you.