AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. It's also one of my most treasured fantasies. It's very simple, almost tame, but it has its own kind of depth. Maybe one day I'll find a woman who agrees. And maybe I'll show her this story, and maybe wonderful things will come of it.
This is also my first story. You can be sure I'll read every comment.
You're not paying attention to me. You might be sitting at your computer, or maybe texting on your phone, or reading a book. You're preoccupied, which suits my purposes just fine. You see me come up out of the corner of your eye, but you don't pay any particular attention. Until I lean down, rest my hands on your shoulders, and begin to rub them.
You relax a little, let your eyes fall shut. I move my mouth close to your ear, and begin to gently whisper. My voice is a little thicker than usual, with the giddy thrill of what I'm about to say to you. I'm nervous and excited and so happy to be with you, alone. My hands will massage along your shoulders, and sometimes trace your jaw and neck and over your scalp. I hope they'll make their way elsewhere, eventually. But for now, I want to talk, and I want you to listen.
"A few things are going to happen," I murmur softly. "I'm going to talk to you for a little while. I think you'll like it. Would you like to hear it?"
I hear a little purr from the back of your throat. You know where this is going, eventually. But we've never started like this before. What might I have in mind?
