What if I said I missed you today?
The taste of your skin, the freckles on your shoulders, the scent at the nape of your neck...all the things I took for granted when I had you to myself. If I had known that the last time we were together would be the Last Time I would touch you, things might have gone a bit differently.
I had it all planned, you know. Down to the last detail...A black wrap dress, tied around my waist- plunging in the front, but hiding the black lace corset and boy shorts beneath. You always loved me in boy shorts, didn't you? Don't think I had forgotten. Sheer thigh-highs hugging the length of my legs, topped with a faint bit of lace, stiletto heels bringing me just inches away from your lips...I thought of everything. But when the moment of truth arrived, all I wanted was to be with you. The lingerie, the seduction...all of it fell by the wayside in deference to my impatience.
We've met before- it's not uncharted territory anymore. But each time still feels like the first...It's the magic of what we have. When enough time passes between meetings, I think we appreciate them more. At least I know I do. And there's no escaping the fact that I am your Mistress. It's incumbent upon me to make sure things never become 'routine'. I take that responsibility seriously, you know.
But if i could do it all over again, I surely would have engaged all my wiles to make it a night to remember. It would have started with kisses from the moment you arrived at the hotel. In my mind, I see it clearly...
Pinning you against the wall with my body so you knew exactly what I had in mind. Frantic and feverish, I pull your shirt from your body revealing the shoulders I love so much. I start my journey by nibbling your lips and neck, traveling slowly down the breadth of your chest to your tummy. Love bites, gentle but insistent...my tongue tracing a pattern over your nipples until I feel you harden against the palm of my hand.