for, and of, someone very special to me...
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She walks through the door of the beautiful cabin, anxious to see him.
It is remote, quiet, perfect for a dream.
To finally be alone with him. No thoughts of anything else, anyone else. No inhibitions, only loving each other, and getting to know more about him.
She needs him. Her body knows his voice, his words always move her. They make her want him even more. She knows that this need would soon be met and the knowledge makes her chest tight.
She feels like a girl still in high school, never dreaming that this feeling could come to someone her age.
She is dressed in a black summer dress that is tied around her neck, exposing her ample cleavage. Her red hair loose about her shoulders, her green eyes bright, and her step light.
She walks through the cabin familiarizing herself with the things that were about. This would be home to her for the next few days, a place she could forget about the rest of the world, a place she could "just let go, and just be." Be his. Her heels click along the wooden floor as she walks from room to room.
As she gets to the largest bedroom, she sees the lights have been dimmed. Roses lie on the large, log bed, near a note and a long silk scarf. Champagne is chilling on the nightstand. She walks to the bed, sees her name on the note and lifts it to open it.
"Sweetheart, enjoy some champagne, then put the scarf around your eyes, lie back and wait for me. I love you," the note reads.
She smiles, knowing he had beaten her here after all. She pours some champagne and sips it, thinking of what may be. She's dreamed of this moment. They've shared what they hoped it would be. She thinks of all the things she hopes for, and how she has wanted this so badly.
With a sigh, she sets the glass down, slips her heels off, ties the scarf around her eyes, and lies back on the bed.
She must've dozed off, the combination of jet lag and champagne making her sleepy.
She is awakened by the feel of warm breath against her face, and she hears his beatiful voice say "finally, baby," as she reaches to take the blindfold from her eyes. He takes her hand gently in his, whispering, "not yet."
He leans to her ear and tells her all the wonderfully wicked things he plans to do to her while she is there with him. The words paint beautiful pictures of abandon and need.
