Words From The Fog

I finally take you back to my new place, leading you up the stairs to the bedroom. The distinctive new furniture smell still lingers. I strike a match and put it to the wick of my black candle, which now stands on top of a wooden chest of drawers opposite the bottom of the bed. The candle starts to burn steadily and casts it's soft, warm light across the room, which is dominated by my bed; steel-framed, just as I always wanted. Pressing in behind you I whisper in your ear, "You've not just made me wait for minutes this time, you've made me wait for months." Knowing how I spank you for each minute you are late, you quiver with the thought of what I will do now. "I am going to make this last a long time. You will have to beg me to fuck you, plead to feel me inside you. Even as I tease you, you won't get more than the tip of my finger pressing into you." From behind I slowly undress you. First pulling your big wooly jumper up over your head, th...

You are standing in my room, the air is warm, but the wooden floor beneath your bare feet is still cool. In the flickering candlelight, I have just tied a scarf over your eyes, and stepped back to look at you; the colour of your shirt and trousers lost to the darkness. Your long hair, tied in a single thick braid, hangs down your back. I step towards you, close to you; close enough to feel my breath on your neck. I raise my right hand, stroking your cheek with the backs of mu fingers as I reach to grab the back of your neck before pulling you in for a kiss. Your soft lips against mine, your tongue finding mine. You raise your hands to hold my head, running your fingers into my long hair. Pressing each other together, our kisses are deep and passionate. I break the contact, leaving each of us breathless. I whisper into your ear to put your arms behind your back. As you move to obey my command, I walk round behind you, grabbing a length of doubled rope from the dark wooden chair in the...