It’s still dark and I am hovering in that sweet space between wake and sleep. I am not sure if I am dreaming or if my fantasy is coming true. I can feel hands running softly over my body. I can’t see him, I am not sure if he is even there. But I can feel…I can feel hands moving up my sides lifting my arms gently above my head as my hands are bound to the posts of my bed. I am now at his mercy. I open my eyes to see him but it is so dark that I can’t see any one.

He softly kisses a trail starting with my eyes, down my neck, and  across my breast where he  stops  to tease.  Then he continues down across my stomach, stopping briefly, where I want his lips the most. He doesn’t stay long before he continues down the inside of my thighs and ankles where gently binds them.  I try to move but can’t…I panic a little because I am so securely bound.

“Please…” I beg, but even I am not sure if I want to be let up or if I want him do something. “Don’t worry “he whispers, “You’ll enjoy this, I promise just close your eyes and relax.

He kisses me, his hands massaging warm oil on to my stomach and breasts; it’s so warm, almost hot. A contrast to coolness of my room, body feels warm and slick and I start to relax. The smell of vanilla floats through the room. He slowly massages me, working down my arms, over my breasts and down my stomach. I feel him pour more hot oil down over my clit; it is so hot that it almost burns. I try to move, I am not sure if it’s away or closer. I can feel his hot breath on me as he massages slowly. Again, I try to free my hands, but this time I know it’s not to push away but so that I can lead him where I want him. I cannot do anything but lay there and take whatever he decides to do.  I am starting to move my hips trying to get closer to him, but he just keeps gently massaging …his breath hot on my stomach.