She is standing before him.
He has placed a blindfold about her head. She knows that it is made of leather because she can smell its heady scent. He has shut out the light completely.
Immediately the darkness has made her hearing sharper, made her other senses more acute. Her heart is pounding so loudly that she is sure that it must be filling the room with its rapid, urgent beat.
She wonders why she has trusted this man. She knows nothing about him except his words and his voice. They have thrilled her, seduced her, enchanted her, compelled her for months. Post after post on his blog, mail after mail, text after text, phone conversation after conversation.
She has never done anything like this before. Ever.
Until this evening she did not even know how he looked. Even now, in the dark, she can barely construct him. Piercing eyes surrounded by reassuring laughter lines, A charming smile. Tall. Slender. Silver haired. And those hands … god .. those long, musician’s hands upon her.
She can hardly believe she is in this room with him. That she has given herself. There is no turning back. She is nervous and anxious, Yet she is excited. No, she is much more than excited. She is incredibly aroused. He has touched something deep inside her. Something primal. Something she has almost been afraid of.
She knows she is very wet.
He has moved behind her. His fingers have traced a line along the skin of her neck, just above the material of her black dress.
He has the tongue of the zip between his thumb and forefinger.
She takes an even deeper breath.
She already feels more naked than she has ever been.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
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