a game...erotic...played
Each time it felt slightly out of order.
Was it the nerves?
The fear that the fantasy would be bigger than the reality?
He had spoken to her on numerous occasions. Each time listening more intently to her tone, those pauses, directness in what was said.
Each conversation more coaxing to reveal the woman behind the voice.
But.
She in return...did not allow him anymore than the first call.
Enigmatic in the mystery of what was her.
She had convinced him.
He sat in his study and watched her arrive.
He had warned her what was in wait.
The screens.
The opiac fragrance of perfumes.
The mute light ....
The heady heavy claustrophobic scent of erotic yearnings....his yearnings.
An Arabic trance...a haunting voice beckoning through the music wafting in his home.
Before anything....he was a watcher
His need to appreciate the subtleties of a woman's movements before the intrusion of him.
He knew she understood the game....the leopard like crawl onto his bed ...glancing over her shoulder...a dazzle of luscious femininity revealed....naked to the eye...
The screens in the room a display of a woman on heat
Gently laying down
Arching
Legs spread
Head back
Mouth parted
Eyes shut
Hands above her head...
Looking for the hand cuffs.
Knowing.
"Come......" she whispered looking directly into the camera.
RB.
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