I looked at you through the bottom of my glass
your face distorted, your smile inviting. What was I to do but accept your invitation. Just one dance you said, just one.
You caried me accross the room, holding me tight. My breath squeezed against my breasts I could feel the warmth of your skin your sweat, and your embrace. Both our hearts racing in an anticipation, an excersize in want and desire.

Did I mention I didn't know what I am doing here, what we are doing here together? I opened my mouth to release the words in my head, but all that came out was a sigh and a smile.

OK, I am here and I am ok with this.
I remembered the first time we met, no face, no name, just two strangers on an email sight. Wanting and waiting for a chance to be recognized. Our conversation took us everywhere except to the words we both spoke. Do you, have you ever, will you.... is what I remember.

My focus back on the floor I could see the remains of a cookie he had fed his dog, the way he placed his clothes on the chair, the dimly lit room full of candles.
On one chair there lay the tool, what we had spoke of and endeared many discussions over, within many conversations.
No big deal, two people connected, no harm all love.

He said he is ready; as he put me down on the end of the soft marshmellow bed, and laying my hands down to balance me I took that one deep breath and nodded yes.
Playing the game, he cried and said he is bad, and would I punish him. I felt faint, in reguards yet I didn't bat an eyelash. A tear came to my eyes, he looked so helpless,and my heart opened to this man, this little boy, who desperately needed a woman to love him, to punish him and then love him again.

No harm to anyone, I picked up the paddle and moved toward my subject. I carried out the drama like a fine actress, my best preformance, and took many a bow that night. Gentle hands led now to the bath, then the bed where we held, loved and cried together.
No man shall know, no woman shall hear my tale over coffee, I have found freedom within the four walls of our bedroom.
I smiled.

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