It is dark and the whole house is quiet. Not a sound can be heard apart from the midnight melodies serenading me from beyond my bedroom window. Not one object can be distinguished, one shadow to the next, all blending into each other as a mural on a darkened canvas. A lone candle jumps to life and for a split second I am blinded. As my eyes adjust, I can see a figure moving slowly towards me. Their face is hidden in shadow, and as they inch towards me I can feel my blood pump faster and goose bumps travel up my spine. I am at their mercy, and they know it. I am helpless and my skin crawls with an emotion so powerful it cannot be described.
The figure on the bed moves ever so slightly, straining to see who approaches. I chuckle at their predicament, and ever so slowly move towards them, drawing out the suspense and fear. I turn and light a candle, which I place on the bureau behind me, allowing them to see nothing more than the silhouette of their fear. They are helpless and afraid, and my skin crawls with ecstasy at their weakness and vulnerability.
They're moving closer to my bed, to me. The candle casts flickering shadows upon the wall, confusing and numbing the brain. Where one once stood, now stand three. Are they only shadows? I cannot tell. My eyes are shut, my mind frozen. I am stiff and unable to move, unable to think.
The pleasure is insurmountable. Who knew that being in this position of power could invoke such emotion!? I am ecstatic and can hardly contain my emotions. I am infused with power, more mighty and powerful than I ever thought possible. It is too great; I must find a release! I must reach for my lover.
I slowly approach the end of the bed. I am confident and in charge. There is nothing I cannot do, and no one I cannot conquer. I brush the sheets of the bed with my fingertips, feeling the sensuous material come to life under my touch. A cool breeze blows in from the window, flickering the candle and sending shivers up my spine. I see my shadow on the wall, and I wonder, "Is this really me?"
She approaches the bed, and I am speechless. The flickering candle accents her every curve, the pale moonlight falling gently across her exquisite face. A breeze lightly ripples her gown, delicately brushing across the smooth skin of her stomach and billowing softly around her slender legs. The fabric draws tight across her breasts, teasing her nipples taunt straining against the sheer satin fabric. A goddess in the moonlight, she holds the beauty of the universe in the palm of her hand.
I am on edge; he must know. I am now as vulnerable as he is, but I refuse to let it show. I must keep the upper hand, or he will have won and I will never live it down. I grit my teeth, stand tall, and force myself to focus on what I am doing and not what my body is telling me to do. I slowly draw my gaze over my lover's body, and my breath stops short on its way from mouth to lungs. The finely sculpted body laid out in front of me is nothing short of a masterpiece, a work of art. My shadow blocks most of him from the candle light, but the impish moon adorns just enough for my blood pressure to rise slightly and my heart to quicken in my chest. From the light glinting off his eyes, I can see him slowly running his gaze over me, and it's as if his hands are doing the same. I am quickly losing control, but I must not let him know. I stand firm and try to keep my cool. I don't know how long I can play this game.
If she doesn't hurry this up, I don't know what I'm going to do! Just seeing her standing there, with everything in control drives me crazy. Standing there staring at me with her doe-like eyes drives me over the edge. I am hardly able to contain myself. I don't know how much longer I can lie here and pretend like nothing's happening. But I must keep my cool, if only for her.
She slowly slides onto the bed, onto her knees. With slender fingers, she gingerly, unhurriedly and seductively, lifts the camisole mid way up her thighs. My heart is beating so fast my head feels like it's going to explode. She rubs her hand slowly up my leg, sending a multitude of senses into my brain. My body responds, driving me to the edge, but stopping me before I take the plunge. Again I realize just how much I am at her mercy, with me to do with as she pleases. Her every whim, her every desire, I am entirely hers. I am her canvas.
My touch on the bed is light and I glide upwards as if weightless. Time stands still. I stare into my lovers' eyes and as he stares back. We are already one. Gently, purposefully, I leave featherweight kisses along his body. As my skin brushes his, I feel him give a slight shudder and it sends a shock of electricity along the length of my body. Along his long sturdy legs and past his muscular thighs, I am teasing and planting promises as I go. Across his well-toned abdomen, around his erect nipples to his throat and chiseled jaw. Finally arriving firmly at his open, awaiting mouth, I reach a place that we both know from which there is no return.
After what seems like an eternity, she finally reaches my face. Teasing, she nibbles softly at my lower lip sending my mind exploding into a million different colors. Quivering gently, she places a soft kiss upon my lips. Passionately I return the touch, locking us together and sending us on a magical ride. A tongue slips through, and all thought is abandoned. Intertwined we create our own magic, reaching higher, further than ever before. Her supple lips are glowing as they leave mine, and on her face a beauty I have never seen lights my heart aglow. I close my eyes as she lightly plants soft kisses on my lids, down to my ears.
I nibble at his earlobe and dart my tongue quickly out and in, touching the sensitive nerves behind his ear and that base of his neck. I slide my fingers up to his mouth, and as he lightly sucks them we share in baited breath. We are alive in the moment.
I run my hands through his hair, and he is mine. Wholly and unequivocally mine. My hair slips past my face and falls onto his. He breathes deeply the smell of my inner being, and is intoxicated. Drunk on our love, we lose ourselves in each other, letting go and being free.
She seduces me with the faintest touch, leaving me yearning for more. The intensity rises, and together we experience feelings that neither of us has ever felt before. Her hair in the moonlight, the soft glow from the candle dancing majestically over her prefect skin, the light touch of her lips on mine make the passing hours seem like minutes. Just the movement of her body on mine sends me to far away places, places I wish I didn't have to return from.
