You phoned me today…

I was to prepare myself for you, and to be ready for you to collect me at 7.30pm- no later. All day I have been re-thinking your words. Where shall we be going? What should I wear? What are we going to do? I try to think of all the situations that could happen, but all I think of is you.

I have been working harder than normal trying to keep myself busy during the day, as you have set my mind astray, and I cannot concentrate. The day crawls along slowly, but finally I am driving home. I have been aroused all day, yet suppressing it sensually it whilst at work. Now, I allow my sexuality permission to flow- and it swamps me, causing me to grind my hips as I drive. I lick my lips as I drive, and my hand slides my skirt up my thighs to expose my stocking tops, and I feel the kiss of the air against my skin. My knees part as my fingers dance over my skin, working their way to my muskiness. Ah Gods, I am so very wet. I part myself and run my nails and fingertips over my sensitive areas, gritting my teeth, as I am driving in traffic. I am so very aroused, and my breath is in short pants. I dip my fingertips into myself and lift them to scent my arousal, and then I bring them to my mouth and lick my taste off them. I taste of the Earth, and of Lust. I wonder if the man in the van next to me can see what I am doing?
Mmmmm....

I’m home.

It’s 6.30pm- I have one hour to prepare myself. I feverishly try to think coherently, yet my body’s urges are fighting my thoughts. Shower! The soap slides over my skin as my hands lather it, sliding it over my body. My skin seems hypersensitive to touch, and again my hand strays to my sex, sliding back and forth, around and over. Stop! Not ‘Allowed’! Savour it!

What to wear? What to wear?
I lavishly drench myself in fragrance- once, twice, three times. Layering it all over my body and drinking in the scent as it’s notes change and settle. I begin dressing, watching myself in the mirror. My eyes are glowing and emerald green. I luxuriously prepare myself, enjoying the sensation of the fabrics on my skin- the layering, still trying to imagine what this evening shall entail. Delicious tremors ripple through me. I slowly, thoroughly and lovingly apply my make-up. I want to look my best for you, to have you hunger you when you first see me.

I have 15 minutes to wait for you, and it stretches like an eternity. I check and re-check that I am in readiness for you. My hips slowly begin to grind as I press my thighs together, trying to suppress and savour my arousal levels, thrilling in what you do to me.

I hear your car and give myself a final mist of fragrance. I walk to the front door and open it for you, stepping back and allowing you entrance into my domain. As you walk by me, I drink in your fragrance- scent and man. Delicious. I feel another tremor of lust ripple through my body as I quietly close the door.

We share generalities as we drown in the sight of each other and sip our wine, quietly assessing each other… beginning The Game. I casually enquire as to what to expect this evening, and with equal feigning of casualness you brush aside my questions, delighting in my mental writhing.

You suggest it is time to leave, take my hand to help me rise, and kiss the back of it whilst looking deeply into my eyes. Your touch jolts through my body, concentrating in my core, and I feel my moisture gather and my hunger rise.

As we go outside you quietly take my hand and lead me to your car, opening the door for me. As I seat myself you pass me a slip of satin, and tell me to blindfold myself. I look at you, then place the blindfold over my eyes and allow you to tie it. I hear the car start, and sit back to savour the ride and my imagination.

I want you to touch me again….