It seems my new name is Wow.

At least that’s what she said when she looked at me.

And I didn’t know how to take that.

So I took control instead.

*  *  *  *  *

Where to begin?

All this female skin laid out before me;

This person unable and unwilling to escape, bound to my bed,

Exposed, open, inviting....

All this skin,

All the wimpers,

All the flesh and

All the shivering;

Together, shrieking out for me to express my desire,

Do what I want,

And especially to reduce her to a tormented thing, begging for cuddles and comfort.

I had never had such an opportunity before, so

Where do I begin?

So for a while, I just sat looking, thinking, deciding.

And when, at last, I did begin, I began with scratches and chains and blindfolds and who knows what else, because soon I did get carried away.

Carried away so that most of what I remember is a fleshy, happy blur;

Oblivious to any sound except her whimpers which urged me to

Do more.

*  *  *  *  *

And she did beg for cuddles and duvet and warmth and I said

"I’m not finished with you yet".

(When does she think I will be finished with her?)

*  *  *  *  *

And she said Wow when I removed her blindfold and told her what I’d been doing.

She kept on saying it until it was etched into my brain.

And as the days have passed, the whole event is seeming more and more unbelievable to me.

And I’m happy.

Beautiful images

Burning memories

Impatient, happy lust.

Wow!

The word sums it all up.

Next time, maybe I’ll be saying it to her.