on the edge

You feel my weight on top of you. At once strong and soft, I writhe to the rhythm of the music in the amber lit bedroom. My lips are soft as they brush yours, then my teeth and tongue are upon your ear lobe. Goosebumps as I reach down and touch your diamond hardness. I raise up on two perfect legs, and you can see the tear drop of my breasts. As your hands reach for them, I laugh wickedly.

“No, not yet.”

You love my devilish smile and know exactly what it foretells. Reaching into the bedside table, I procure a length of rope. The soft, black, cotton rope you’ve grown to know so well. I put it aside, and reach back further. “Today, we use these.”

Beautiful fur lined hand cuffs. Strong enough to restrain even the most impassioned man, soft enough to leave no trace. I strap you in, and then the real teasing begins. My fingers trace your face, your lips, your chest … and downward still. I hover above you, still swaying to the music, and my eyes are locked on yours.

“What do you think I’m going to do to you first?” I ask, and you say you hope I am going to use my mouth.

I giggle, then position myself at your side. Your arms suspended above your head, I lay next to you. One long leg draped over yours, one hand lazily playing with your cock, I kiss your neck and whisper, “Eventually - but there is so much else I want to do to you first.”