Come...

Come, My Love...

The radio plays Rachmaninoff; the music pulls me...where are you? Where are your words?

Ah...there you are...you were gone and I grew cold. I fell asleep? Hmmm, that is understandable. You are at fault, you alone controlled what happened! Now, it is for me to decide!

Come... The sun shines on the lake...we can feel the warmth of the sun through the window...

Lie here beside me, the burgundy silk spread welcomes us once again. No, do not add anything to cover your body; it would interfere Yes, I still will wear the silk, if that is what you want. I knew you would like to feel it as I slide from place to place...

Soon, soon. rest now.

I move to touch you, to kiss your chest, your nipples! No, No, you must not move, it is my time.

A taste of wine, my lips travel next to yours, still wet from the wine. You are permitted to respond, but not to move, dear one. Rolling, the silk moving over your skin, I enclose your body between my legs, sitting lightly, slowly leaning forward; my breasts mistletoe above you. Yes, you may kiss, but only with your mouth, no hands can explore me, your mouth pleased me and I want my nipples held erect for you--you may make it happen...

Lips stroll over your face, neck, the tongue finds an opening--your ears are warm, now wet, from my mouth. Ahhh, you liked that? Well, I may come back, but your nipples, your chest calls. I kiss your breast just as you touched mine, teasing, pulling, your response is small at first, you are not used to having the same actions you've taken, returned to you, are you? Yet, it is exciting, it is something you want.

No, you may not raise your arms, your hands. I need to explore them. My tongue tastes warm places at the fold of your arms, moving to your waist, back up to your mouth, your ears, then down, down. No, you may not guide me where you want me to go; I am in control; you are mine as I want to touch you; I will decide every move.

The music is one tempo...minutes go by as the silk moves over your body. Once in a while, a breast comes to your waiting mouth and you pull and suck only as it is pulled away from you, the wet of your mouth is felt as my breasts are moved across your chest, moving, moving, downward... Your frustration, your desire increases at each touch!

Quickly now, I seek your tongue, french kissing, and you try to capture my tongue, but it is yours that I have captured instead. Remember, I am in control, your tongue is mine, my mouth holds, pulls, mimics of a movement at a different spot...

Slowly, slowly...ah, yes, I see your movements below, you lift yourself toward my body and I leave your mouth to start downward once again, here a nipple needs my attention, no, no, you may not move!

Yes, I know some movement is instinctual, cannot be stopped, that is permitted, for I will guide my movements, following the signs, following what your body tells me it wants, it needs, yet, yet...

You must wait, for I am in control!

My mouth moves and captures you! Ah...you have been waiting, now all attention will center here, my lover, until you beg me to stop...