Some images create instant scenes that fill the heart with need
It’s like a potion that creates visual locomotion
Not the kind that’s devoid of all other senses
For, really, it’s only biological, to have these needs

Before we go too far… if you please
Let’s take a moment to address the situation
The model is not the subject of the content
The imagination, carefully, pens a few words for your contentment

She Knew Not What She Had Done

 

It was just a casual date. It was nothing major at all. Two long time lovers, coming together, for a friendly conversation, in the middle of the day. It was not romance they were after. It was not physical or spiritual. It was just two regular lovers meeting for a casual moment.

You’ve got to understand, in this busy struggle called life, one has to plan special moments, just to talk face to face. He was coming from his corner office, mid level management, and she was coming from hers, upper level management.

In the professional arena, one would assume they were not compatible, but in reality, they were perfectly matched. So, over a cup of tea, while enjoying the breeze, these two just talked about the day, as if all was OK. Because it was.

Then, his ears perked up. He heard a sound. One that made his heart stop and fill with desire, as if back on his honeymoon. His lady had deployed the special signal. Only, she was not aware. But this changed everything. His heart was now racing with lust. He had to move things around and be home early. His lady needed him to create a moment of bliss.

She saw his eyes flicker. Caught his speech stagger. Something had caught his attention. This was the look of a man lusting bashfully after a woman. It too obvious. Some woman had caught his undivided attention. His face was starting to flush red. It was as if he was ready to tie up a lady and take her as his prize possession.

Tracing his eyes to their focal point, her lips trembled, her cheeks blushed. She knew not what she had said, as she was in the middle of pausing to think, but his eyes were glued on hers. He was drinking her sexiness as if his life was depending on it.

The change in his breathing, the palpitations of his heartbeat visible against his well collared buttoned down shirt. She saw his tie shift, as he cleared his throat, fire rising with desire. His pecks flexing. He was ready to devour her.

But what had she done?

Shifting about, a little uncomfortably. They were out in public. Everyone could see the electricity. It was insanely hot on this cool Fall day.

The more she moved about, trying to avoid the intensity of her growing desires for him, his focus deepened… growing ever darker with sinful lustful supplications. As if he could take her right then and there.

Fanning herself, she braced herself, tried to change the topic, but her voice was failing her. Good thing she had a light schedule that evening, she’d be ready for him.

Watching him lean in, she felt drawn closer. Her lover needed her. An explosion of senses nearly rocked her off her chair as his hand found her knee, as he loosened his tie slightly with his other hand.

“Tonight… the flogger comes out to play… do not remove your clothing until I come home” he growled her way.

Squeezing her legs together, she tried to act surprised, but her heart needed his skillful stress relieving touch. He had a way of caressing her with that leather, while teasing out with skins, all the sins she had pent up within.

With a lick of her lips, wondering what had brought about all of this, she whispered… trying to sound at full peace.

“Honey, what is all of this about?” she wondered, not in protest, but in genuine surprise.

“It’s how you’ve let slip your heel… got me hunting by gone thrills” he murmured in animal guttural hiss.

She had forgotten about this. It had been such a long time sine they’ve flirted together. Adjusting herself, she listened as she heard her heel tap the floor, as she watched his pupils dilate.

How amazing that after all these years, it was the simple things she did absentmindedly that drove him crazy with desire. She would have to do a lot more of this, whenever they had time together. She would be waiting as instructed, for tonight, she was his to do as he wanted, because she knew in the end, he’d give her exactly what she’d been craving for.

She now knew what she had done… for his eyes had told her… he’d be expecting more.

Epilogue

In the comfort of his arms, she rested. The nylon straps had been such deliverance. To her greatest surprise, after the flogging of the night, he had pulled out the cuffs with specific instructions, for her to ride him hard, as if his life depended on it. The resulting mind bending bonding had melded their hearts back on fire, the kind that had faded with time. But now, felt much alive, as if they had just met, like they had so many years ago.

She knew not what she had done that night, but the way he looked at her, it didn’t matter. She’d be happy to do it again, for she knew he’d tell her just what it was he’d like to have done to her, for her, and thus… for them.

below… the social media post… that kicked off just a taste…

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She Knew Not, but so what…

the model was not the woman depicted above… but grateful she agreed to facilitate these words…

Below, the words… as seen on social media…

I get inspired from the little things. If I had time… I could write a full short story based on this photo of my friend.

If in doubt… check out my older blog posts… link in bio… you’ll see.

Anyway… I have to come back to this. Ideas of soft embrace. Safe vulnerability… tender affection… attentive gaze… flirtatious signaling… romantic dances… use of a crop… even a benwah ball… and spoon shaped paddle comes to mind

And that’s just the clean stuff… lol… don’t ge me started on nylon cuffs and… well… I digress