You’ve thought so much about what I would enjoy. I’m not used to that and I’m so touched. You tie me so tenderly: the soft purple rope fitting around my breasts. It feels lovely and you take me to the mirror to show me how beautiful I look. I could shed a tear but I don’t. Connecting with that emotion feels a little scary and maybe I don’t know you well enough yet. If I open that door you might back away. Or you might not.
There you are, kneeling over me, captivatingly beautiful. I’m looking up at you: your eyes, the shape of you, your softness… my gaze fixes on your slightly open mouth: it’s irresistible if only I could reach it.
And it’s me you have tied to your bed. It’s like I’m trying on a costume to see how it feels. How does it feel to allow myself to believe that you find me sexy?
You know that I like breast play: your touches send goosebumps rippling across my body. I just want more and more. You tell me I’m beautiful and you ask me if you’re hurting me the way that I want to be hurt. You’re making it easy for me to tell you what I want.
And I still can’t.
I want more. I want it to hurt more.
That’s what I wanted to say that I couldn’t get out.
Reflecting, I realise that I love exploring with you: the intertwining of your feminine energy with mine. I love this physical connection I feel with you. I think my body language is a little shy and I don’t know if I quite manage to express to you how I’m really feeling: I think you’re really stunningly sexy.
I don’t know if you want to take it a little further and build the emotional connection. Are you someone who welcomes emotions and the connection they bring? Or maybe life is busy enough at the moment and you don’t have the space?