Intimate (9 page)

Touch yourself!

Spread your legs right now and touch your clit. I want you to surrender to your arousal, forget your inhibitions, and just touch yourself.

Feel the tip of your finger slide just a small way inside your pussy – enough to provoke you – enough to make you throw back your head, and for your lips to part in a sexy little gasp. Can you sense your arousal? Can you feel the warmth spreading through your lower body; those first signs of sexual excitement? Can you feel yourself becoming wet and wanting?

Touch yourself!

Do it for you… and do it for me.

Don’t make me come prowling out of the shadows. Don’t make me kiss you because I honestly don’t know where that will end. Right now everything that is instinctive to me is restrained on a tight leash. If I cross this room – if I get close to you… well I don’t have the discipline to resist.

We’ve connected, you and I. We’ve become
intimate.

So touch yourself.
Let me watch you come. I want to see the look on your face at that exquisite moment of rapture. I want you to stare across the room right now and make eye contact with me as your breathing quickens and the beat of your heart begins to race.

Play with your pussy and imagine my hands running over your breasts, my kisses down your throat. Fill your mind with your own secret fantasies and give yourself over to the sound of my voice and your own sensual need. To be a good girl for me sometimes means you must be wickedly naughty. This is our moment.

Touch yourself!

I want to watch you come.

* * *

So where do we go from here, now that so much between us has changed in such a profound way?

We’re different now, you and I. We have been made different by what we have just shared. It’s enhanced the nature and intensity of our relationship.

By being so intimate.

I don’t want to leave here and let the emotional connection between us just dwindle. I don’t want this time to become just a fond reminiscence.

So can we meet again, sometime soon maybe?

I’ll have more stories to entertain and arouse you. And you… well who will you be when we next meet? Will you be transformed in some way? Will you smile at me with a secret sense of anticipation when I arrive again?

I can hardly wait to find out.

Anticipation…
it really is everything!