I walk into your room. It’s lit only by candlelight. The light dances off the walls, making only the area surrounding your bed visible, and even that barely so. The rest of the room seems to resist the light’s advances, leaving it hidden in darkness. You lie on the bed, and as my eyes adjust you come into stunning view. Unlike the room, you openly invite the dancing flickers of light; it seems to consume you. Your hair is strands of gold, your body fine artwork. You arch your back, your hands above your head. I watch the curve of your hips, the goose bumps that break out on your beautiful skin.

My breath quickens, as does my heart. I can feel blood rushing everywhere in my body, I can feel my pores. I feel alive. I stand still as you squirm on the bed, arching your back, your legs slightly spread. You do not... Read More