I've been waiting all day for you to come home. I've been playing it over and over in my mind and feel a wetness building as I think through what I plan to do to you.
Finally, you arrive. You're tired and tense after a long day and a long week. I've prepared a soft and inviting arrangement of blankets and pillows on the floor for you to relax, with soft music playing and the flicker of candles gently breaking the darkness of the room.
You gladly lie on the blankets on the floor and allow me to remove your shirt so I can massage your back and neck. The sensation of hot massage oil trickling down your back makes you quiver with anticipation. I push my hands up length of your back, culminating at your neck, which I rub and knead until the tightness loosens and I hear a pleasurable moan escape your lips. While I yearn to have you inside me now, I know that my patience will be rewarded in time.
Moving to your shoulders, I gently extend your arms above your head in front of you. Focussing all my effort on remaining in control, my hands run up the length of your arms, extending your massage all the way to the tips of your fingers. Just when I feel you yield to the relaxing motions of my hands, I quietly retrieve a scarf I'd placed under the cushions earlier in the day. With a swift movement I'd been practicing in my head, I tie your hands together, gentle enough not to hurt you, but firm enough to know I'm in control.
I roll you over so you're facing me. Your face pleads me to free your hands to let you explore, but I remain strong. I lean forward and kiss your lips, parting them with my tongue and feeling the hotness of your mouth. Slowly I trail my tongue down over your chest. You know where I'm heading and you writhe with expectation. My hands continue to rub and knead the muscles in your arms and shoulders, as my tongue grazes over your nipples and down to your navel, which I circle playfully, knowing the suspense will be driving you crazy.