I lie awake, staring into the dark but looking beyond, reliving the night in my mind. I feel you sigh in your sleep and turn towards me, the warmth of your body both a comfort and a challenge. A sense of peace unlike any I’d ever known, and the desire, the thirst to be the best I can possibly be for you. Your arm glides over my chest as you pull in close, head curled upon my shoulder, still and quiet. Such a difference now to then, like night and day, fire and water, your angelic form the perfect mask for the devil within.
I remember the look in your eyes as the feather glided down towards your ribs, desire, passion, longing and long suppressed need mingled with apprehension and fear. Every movement of that long purple frond pulling your eyes this way and that, every moment bringing the potent cocktail within closer to the surface, every thought and sense focused on this one thing. Such a simple thing, such a harmless thing…
I remember your body as the first brush of feather on flesh raced through you, the first wave of sensation washing over you. The first reaction one of flight, desperate almost panicked attempts to flee as you twisted and writhed against the silk ropes that held you. Beautiful, so beautiful as your naked form fought for freedom, for escape, every muscle straining yet, somehow, underneath it all, a hint that in reality freedom was the last thing you truly desired.
I remember the utter stillness that seized you as the feather flipped, the tip of the quill resting on the gentle slopes of your navel. Eyes wide, mouth open in a frozen moment of exclamation, hands wrapped around the ropes as you held your breath. Slowly, oh so slowly, your eyes rose to meet mine and as you stared I saw the realisation of what tonight’s session would truly be like strike home. Your eyes drifted closed and the instant you broke your eye contact the feather dipped low, scritching and scratching in what I knew was a spot of pure torment for you.
I remember your laughter, laughter you’d worked so hard to suppress finally breaking through as the end of that long feather fell forwards, the very tips of the fronds brushing across your breasts and catching you off guard. The sound of those first giggles will stay with me forever, not even the angles could have made such a heavenly noise and it intoxicated me, driving my passions on as it rose around us both, fuelling my desire even as my explorations of your body fuelled your laughter.
I remember your exhaustion, your body lying still and helpless as the feather was flipped aside, replaced now with my hands as I explored every inch of your perfect form, delighting in the journey, in the discovery. Each new ticklish spot became an uncovered jewel, each producing subtle differences in the symphony that covered us both, your body the finest musical instrument, inspiring me on to ever more creative arias.
I remember your surrender as finally the last of your defiance and fear is driven away; replaced by acceptance and, in its wake, pleasure. The reaction of your body to even the simplest touch one now not of dread but delight, your motions smooth, sensuous as you silently urge me on. Your hands once more grip your silken bonds but not now to escape, rather to stretch out, allowing unrestricted access to every inch of your flesh as it begs for attention, to be touched, caressed and pleasured.
I remember your face as you reach your peak, hovering on the edge for one brief eternity, caught between the rising ecstasy and release until your mind can stand no more. I remember your eyes searching for mine as you crest that final peak, and in that moment feeling something pass between us, something that words are simply incapable of describing, but that the greatest writers and poets of the world have laboured to define since time began. The meaning of the words “I Love You”.
I remember the look in your eyes as the feather glided down towards your ribs, desire, passion, longing and long suppressed need mingled with apprehension and fear. Every movement of that long purple frond pulling your eyes this way and that, every moment bringing the potent cocktail within closer to the surface, every thought and sense focused on this one thing. Such a simple thing, such a harmless thing…
I remember your body as the first brush of feather on flesh raced through you, the first wave of sensation washing over you. The first reaction one of flight, desperate almost panicked attempts to flee as you twisted and writhed against the silk ropes that held you. Beautiful, so beautiful as your naked form fought for freedom, for escape, every muscle straining yet, somehow, underneath it all, a hint that in reality freedom was the last thing you truly desired.
I remember the utter stillness that seized you as the feather flipped, the tip of the quill resting on the gentle slopes of your navel. Eyes wide, mouth open in a frozen moment of exclamation, hands wrapped around the ropes as you held your breath. Slowly, oh so slowly, your eyes rose to meet mine and as you stared I saw the realisation of what tonight’s session would truly be like strike home. Your eyes drifted closed and the instant you broke your eye contact the feather dipped low, scritching and scratching in what I knew was a spot of pure torment for you.
I remember your laughter, laughter you’d worked so hard to suppress finally breaking through as the end of that long feather fell forwards, the very tips of the fronds brushing across your breasts and catching you off guard. The sound of those first giggles will stay with me forever, not even the angles could have made such a heavenly noise and it intoxicated me, driving my passions on as it rose around us both, fuelling my desire even as my explorations of your body fuelled your laughter.
I remember your exhaustion, your body lying still and helpless as the feather was flipped aside, replaced now with my hands as I explored every inch of your perfect form, delighting in the journey, in the discovery. Each new ticklish spot became an uncovered jewel, each producing subtle differences in the symphony that covered us both, your body the finest musical instrument, inspiring me on to ever more creative arias.
I remember your surrender as finally the last of your defiance and fear is driven away; replaced by acceptance and, in its wake, pleasure. The reaction of your body to even the simplest touch one now not of dread but delight, your motions smooth, sensuous as you silently urge me on. Your hands once more grip your silken bonds but not now to escape, rather to stretch out, allowing unrestricted access to every inch of your flesh as it begs for attention, to be touched, caressed and pleasured.
I remember your face as you reach your peak, hovering on the edge for one brief eternity, caught between the rising ecstasy and release until your mind can stand no more. I remember your eyes searching for mine as you crest that final peak, and in that moment feeling something pass between us, something that words are simply incapable of describing, but that the greatest writers and poets of the world have laboured to define since time began. The meaning of the words “I Love You”.
(Right, ready? On three....)
