This evening has been a sweet torture. The looks, the light touches, cause me to want. I haven't felt THIS in so long. I want You alone. I want more than the brush of Your hand. Do You feel the same? I get nothing as a hint from You, just a smile.
You walk me to the door. I grab Your hand and lead You in. I will not let You get away. I will not be the shy, demure girl tonight. I will take control and take what I want. I tell You to have a seat as I go get us something to drink.
I see You on the couch and decide to take my chance. I put the drinks down on the side table and stand in front of You for a moment before I climb into Your lap facing You. There is a look of pure lust in those light caramel colored eyes. I still have to look up at You as I demand that You kiss me.
You have your hands in my hair and I can feel Your arousal as I straddle Your lap. The kiss turns from needy to almost Savage. You pull me away and tell me to stop. I am dumbfounded…. Stop! How can I stop?
You tell me that if we don't stop now, You will never be able to stop. You say that I am the type of woman that a man keeps forever and until I am ready to be Yours for good, I can't have what I want.
You kiss me again, sweetly this time. Be a good girl and walk me to the door, You instruct. That is the first time You call me a good girl and it makes me realize that I wasn't ever really in control. You knew exactly what You were doing to tempt me, to cause me to show how much I want You. And the thought of You controlling me makes me want You more.
