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Preparations and Nerves

Cover 200x300Chapter 15 – Preparations and Nerves – Mine

Just a taste of my newly published book. Tell me what you think.

You ask questions I don’t know the answers to, startling me into self-awareness and sometimes causing a blush to rise where I haven’t blushed in years. The thought of you sometimes causes me to wiggle in my seat, not knowing quite how to stop heat from flooding through me. I do not know what is happening to my natural reserve. I dare things I wouldn’t consider with another man. You make me laugh even as my heart rests peacefully, knowing you would not harm me, even as you tell me to walk through doors. I am constantly amazed and slightly bothered by you. It is a phenomenon what you do to me, and I have given it all over to you. Now it is only a matter of what is next.

There are days at work, days when I am barely able to focus on what is in front of me; days I rush from the office to call you just to hear your voice rumble in my ear. There are mornings when I sit to write, knowing I have a deadline and instead I find myself reading the last e-mail from you describing some decadent and fantastic fantasy you wish for me to think about, to consider. I wonder who I am becoming, this sexual wanton.

You are coming back today; I am a bundle of nerves. You haven’t told me when you will arrive, only that you will be here sometime this evening. The waiting has my body on high alert, constantly sending signals, barely able to sit for five minutes without wanting to bring myself to orgasm, just to take the edge off. Instead, I have prepared my bedroom for your arrival even adding new furniture I think you will approve of, designed specifically for lovemaking.

Preparing my bath, I think of our earlier conversation and laugh at our similarities, even as I wonder at our differences in delivery. Do you know how alike we are? I wonder. The warm water embraces me, soothing my tensions as I begin the slow dance of fingers across nipples, belly and down to clit; you haven’t commanded me this time not to touch myself, not to bring myself off. Laying back in the tub I let my legs fall apart as I spread the lips and dream of your hands in place of mine as I slowly rub in circular motions against an already swollen, throbbing clit. With my free hand, I pinch first one then the other nipple, holding breasts up and together barely out of the water. The motion of my hips rocking begins to create waves in my bath, and soon water is splashing over the side as they rise in orgasm. As I remember you holding me down in pleasure in past orgasms, I try to emulate this action.

With at least the first edge of nerves off, I finish my bath, shaving all the parts of me that will touch you, scrubbing all the parts of me that will be against you or surrounding you. You have told me to meet you in bed, that you will be late. I don’t know what this means, but as always I try to comply with your requests, or are they commands, even knowing I won’t sleep ‘til you arrive.

Your tongue spreading the lips of my pussy, nudging them apart as your teeth nip at the tip of my clit is what awakens me. Your hands pushing my legs apart, shoving me across the bed from my place at the edge where I usually sleep, is what pulls me from my rest. You have pulled the covers back from my prone body exposing me to the cool air and started waking my senses before fully awakening me. It is dreamlike.

“My Heart, what time is it?”

You stop what you are doing to look up at me the smile in your eyes says everything I need to know, calming fears and sending blood rushing to flush both cheeks and pussy at once.

“Baby Girl, does it matter? Move now, so I can join you. Are you glad to see me?”

“More than glad, My, more than glad. I have missed you terribly; my bed is empty without you.”

About Scarlett Baker

Writer, artist and thrill seeker. Scarlett is a mystery, even to herself at times. Her exploration of love stories with a touch of the dark began when she found herself single and dangling by a thread of hope mixed with a splash of the terrible. Faced with being alone for the first time in nearly twenty years, with not a clue what to do with a vast future she decided to explore the world of her fantasies, something she had done little of up until now.

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