It excites me… arouses me… Face me. It excites me… arouses me… But words aren’t enough. See my hunger. Submit to me?”
Its a teasing whisper that dares you to speak. I sit next to you on the bed. You fidget a bit, but hold my gaze. An intense, hard gaze roaming over your body, from the very top of your head, to the ground. I lightly rake my left hand’s fingernails along your right am, feeling the goose-bumps. Almost like a soft tickle. I move behind you and press my chest against your shoulder. Lose yourself in there. I just sit there, staring. Rather mundane, but I’ll let the obviousness pass for now,” whispering softly in your ear again. Maybe, hopefully, I’ll be able to try that. Close your eyes.”
You follow my instruction. “Stand up straight. Face me. Trembling. I move behind you and press my chest against your shoulder. “You wish to gift me, do you? “Look at me.”
You do. “What?”, I respond a bit reproachfully.
