the birthday wish...the fait accompli.

An idea that played around when a gentleman friend revealed it was his Birthday and he let me into a little secret fantasy of his. And thus the following....

The Prelude:-

A birthday taking place tomorrow
a request made for the recipient to follow.
The indulgence always one no holding back
tomorrow a surprise and not the norm on track.
How can one not wish to please
such a wonderful gentleman more than just tease.
And listen carefully to the request made
to make sure it applied and perfectly played.
It lies in the eyes and what one first sees
that image in the mind for long to freeze.
And as the minutes shall begin to tick
to experience much to kiss not too quick.
The colour to be black plus an item sheer
and before the start the happy event first to cheer.
To himself he planned this birthday gift
for the holidays even more his spirits to lift.
And the plan from her maybe some black kohl on the eye
blonde hair lose and wild, so fly.
A sensual demeanor even more intense
to help his nerves quicker to dispense.
Oh what a day tomorrow promises to be
one cannot but capture some pictures for all to see.
And words of course shall be penned
for now, i hope, this poem your imagination on a trip did send.




The fait accompli:-

Today was a treat to be served on the sofa....a Birthday celebration.
Their kiss was deep. Her mouth soft, her lips succulent and sweet....his teeth sinking into her bottom lip but, careful not to hurt.
'Let us to the shower.' She said...walking ahead of him. High on her heels.
Legs stocking-ed.
A silver chain round her waist

...its pendulum swinging loosely down her leg.
Her breasts held together by a bra
forming two beautiful mounds of bosom,nipples in hiding.
'Undress.' It sounded like an order.
He liked that.
She sat on the toilet seat and watched him as he bathed and lathered himself, the shower door open. She didn't let him close it. She sat upright, legs spread, hands resting on her knees. Very much in control if him and her... and when he was finished she handed him a towel and told him she would be waiting next door.
Grey was the sofa, red were the scatter cushions and she was in black...
he
naked.
She made him sit in such a way that she could look at and enjoy his nakedness.
The strip began.
The slow remove.
The tease.
The play.
The invite into her world.
Not once had she touched him yet she stood over him,
whispering suggestively in his ear, bending ever low toward his penis, only to blow cool air on its hardness.
Her hands massaging his thighs as she lowered herself on her haunches, between his legs
...spreading them wider
....and then she leaned forward and bit his tummy
 ...just out of reach of his hardness and wished him...
"Happy Birthday to u....'
and on her knees she went
and her little bites travelled all the way up the middle of his torso
 toward his nipple hard and erect.
After a while the sofa disshevelled,
 the cushions truly scattered and he,
eyes closed,
 discovering how a lover erotic potentially could be.

What a great way to start the morning of his Birthday.

RB.