I was going through some of the older posts on my original journal and came across this one. Its an old story, a scenario for someone I once loved. That person is gone now, but I still like this idea, and the idea of doing it someday for some special somebody.
Ah, the privlages of being poly and open. *G*
Wrapped in Silken Bonds
I get these fantasies sometimes. I dont know if its so much I dream them as they dream me, because the best ones come unbidden, unworked for, and pass through me like a dream. They grab me by the gut and shiver through my system, and I become a spectator and creator both, enraptured by what I see. I love these fantasies.
My most recent one was a wash of satin ribbon, wide and red, or maybe black. Init was a woman, wrapped from head to toe, with a huge bow on the front just begging to be tugged. She is laid out on the bed in our bedroom, I and mine. Maybe husband or fiancee, or even just lifemate. Some solid relationship, something with trust and familiarity. Her chest slowly rises and falls, the only sign that she is real.
I have the hand of my other, my mate, and a blindfold about his eyes. The occasion is maybe a birthday, an anniversary, a holiday of some sort. If it was Yule she'd be taped with mistletoe, one on each breast and a sprig just above the cleft of the thigh. But he wouldnt know that, not just yet. Its someone he's seen, someone he's wanted, and she and I have planned this for a while.
I lead him in, blindfolded and smiling in bemusement--trust, remember?--and position him so the bed is central in his view. There might be candles in the room, incense, maybe even music. Maybe even rose petals scattered across the bed. Even in his darkness, he would know something special was about to happen.
Then I would give him sight.
Can you see him? The pause, the disbelief, the dawning realization that yes this was real, she was real. This would be someone who would expect such things from me, most do ater a while, so his shock wouldnt be enough to ruin the surprise. His reaction then? I dont know, maybe he moves straight towards the bed and her, needing to confirm and explore, maybe he thanks me, sweeps me into his arms before we go further. It depends on the kind of man he is, I have no idea who my mate will be.
He touches her and the satin is warm, and you can see her breath change, quicken. I suspect he would move his hands down her, explore through the satin, confirm this is real. Hands sliding down across soft breasts, down the belly, maybe he would attempt to slide fingers beneath the satin. Maybe not. It depends on who he is.
Inevitably, he unties the bow. Maybe he unwraps her bit by bit in one long smooth ribbon. Maybe he grows impatient and uses scissors or a knife to help, cuts her free of her cocoon. But eventually he sees who she is, and he looks at me, and the look on his face is indescribable. I glow.
He finds her naked beneath the bons, except for smaller ribbons around wrists and ankles, also with inviting bows.
"For you," I say, and its all the permission he needs.
And maybe its a threesome, or maybe I just watch, or maybe I leave the room and close the door. This was all discussed beforehand, between her and me, what was okay, what wasnt. And by now I already know his preferences. But for a night, it is my gift to him, a very special gift. It was exactly what, who he wanted, and for a night I could make that into something beautiful. Something special.
And I have great and glorious fun imagining the possibilities, but it was that simple outline that gripped me and wouldnt let me go; the simple sensuality, the surprise, the intense trust and love that would drive such a deed, and someone I shared all that with. Someone who isnt afraid of surprises. Or of me.
Creating magic and wonder in a mundane, hollow world.
I liked this one.
I liked this one a lot.
Someday, I hope to do it.
This is me, living life in a different key.
This is me, hoping to find someone who can match me, intensity for intensity, adventure for adventure, trust for trust. It takes courage to live life this way, even, or especially in the face of failures, and not too many people have it.
This is me, wistful.
Ah, the privlages of being poly and open. *G*
Wrapped in Silken Bonds
I get these fantasies sometimes. I dont know if its so much I dream them as they dream me, because the best ones come unbidden, unworked for, and pass through me like a dream. They grab me by the gut and shiver through my system, and I become a spectator and creator both, enraptured by what I see. I love these fantasies.
My most recent one was a wash of satin ribbon, wide and red, or maybe black. Init was a woman, wrapped from head to toe, with a huge bow on the front just begging to be tugged. She is laid out on the bed in our bedroom, I and mine. Maybe husband or fiancee, or even just lifemate. Some solid relationship, something with trust and familiarity. Her chest slowly rises and falls, the only sign that she is real.
I have the hand of my other, my mate, and a blindfold about his eyes. The occasion is maybe a birthday, an anniversary, a holiday of some sort. If it was Yule she'd be taped with mistletoe, one on each breast and a sprig just above the cleft of the thigh. But he wouldnt know that, not just yet. Its someone he's seen, someone he's wanted, and she and I have planned this for a while.
I lead him in, blindfolded and smiling in bemusement--trust, remember?--and position him so the bed is central in his view. There might be candles in the room, incense, maybe even music. Maybe even rose petals scattered across the bed. Even in his darkness, he would know something special was about to happen.
Then I would give him sight.
Can you see him? The pause, the disbelief, the dawning realization that yes this was real, she was real. This would be someone who would expect such things from me, most do ater a while, so his shock wouldnt be enough to ruin the surprise. His reaction then? I dont know, maybe he moves straight towards the bed and her, needing to confirm and explore, maybe he thanks me, sweeps me into his arms before we go further. It depends on the kind of man he is, I have no idea who my mate will be.
He touches her and the satin is warm, and you can see her breath change, quicken. I suspect he would move his hands down her, explore through the satin, confirm this is real. Hands sliding down across soft breasts, down the belly, maybe he would attempt to slide fingers beneath the satin. Maybe not. It depends on who he is.
Inevitably, he unties the bow. Maybe he unwraps her bit by bit in one long smooth ribbon. Maybe he grows impatient and uses scissors or a knife to help, cuts her free of her cocoon. But eventually he sees who she is, and he looks at me, and the look on his face is indescribable. I glow.
He finds her naked beneath the bons, except for smaller ribbons around wrists and ankles, also with inviting bows.
"For you," I say, and its all the permission he needs.
And maybe its a threesome, or maybe I just watch, or maybe I leave the room and close the door. This was all discussed beforehand, between her and me, what was okay, what wasnt. And by now I already know his preferences. But for a night, it is my gift to him, a very special gift. It was exactly what, who he wanted, and for a night I could make that into something beautiful. Something special.
And I have great and glorious fun imagining the possibilities, but it was that simple outline that gripped me and wouldnt let me go; the simple sensuality, the surprise, the intense trust and love that would drive such a deed, and someone I shared all that with. Someone who isnt afraid of surprises. Or of me.
Creating magic and wonder in a mundane, hollow world.
I liked this one.
I liked this one a lot.
Someday, I hope to do it.
This is me, living life in a different key.
This is me, hoping to find someone who can match me, intensity for intensity, adventure for adventure, trust for trust. It takes courage to live life this way, even, or especially in the face of failures, and not too many people have it.
This is me, wistful.
You will make a man very happy someday