ROSES
Her eyes began to adjust
to the flickering candlelight, soft shadows dance on the walls.
Her own shadow, a kneeling silouette, shimmies and dances
on one wall.
He walks up behind her, softly
pets her hair. Gently a black silk scarf is placed over her
eyes. He smiles to himself as he lifts her to her feet, guiding
her to a table covered with satin pillows. He lies her face
down upon the pillows. He ties her wrists and ankles with
silken cords to the four corners of the table.
He steps back, admiring the
contrast of her white skin on the midnight blue satin, watching
her breathing, calming himself.
He walks over, pushes a button
and Ravel's Bollero softly fills the room. He lights sandlewood
incense, setting the mood skillfully.
Going over to a table, he
picks up his implement of pain/pleasure for tonight, a smile
crossing his face, remembering the day she told him of this
fantasy.
Returning to where she lays,
he leans and kisses her cheek, whispering how pleased he is.
he takes one of the long stemmed roses he is holding and lightly
drags it over her back, caressing, down across her buttocks,
smiling as the goosebumps appear.
Taking two more of the deep
red roses and grouping it with the first, he begins to whip
her, small red welts appear and a small scratch from a thorn.
Once, twice, a third smack and the blooms explode, scattering
rose petals over her white skin and the deep blue pillows.
Three More Roses SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK.. More
petals scatter, red welts, and two drops of blood appear on
her skin.
Her breathing is ragged,
hips moving on her own. Six roses left, he picks up five of
them. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK. Wetness glimmers on her thighs,
and one tear runs down her cheek. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK.
Petals shower the two of them as an orgasm shakes her body.
He stands watching as she
shudders and shivers, waiting for the last shuddery breath.
He releases her from her bonds, helps her stand. He holds
her close, kisses the trail of the tear. He removes the blindfold,
her eyes stare up at him, full of trust and whole hearted
devotion.
The last Rose, he takes it
and traces her lips, her face, then places it between her
breasts. He knows she will save this rose in memory of today
and the fullfillment of this fantasy.
Together they blow out the
candles and slip back into the land of reality...
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