BB's dirty thoughts, May 8

Come here, darling. How was your day?

Nono, no need to dumb down the rough parts for me. I know you would never give me anything less than your most genuine self, but I know how much everyone expects of you every day. Trust me; that's Every day, as a woman. So, if you're willing to just... trust me tonight, take your walls down; come talk to me. I have something nice prepared for you.

Right through here... through the sumptuous, yet witchy smells of sea fennel, lavender, rose, and black lava salt. That's right... I drew this bath for you, and popped open one of my favourite Cab Francs. It's marvelously tailored to your palette in particular, but if it's not your thing, we'll open that dreamy, peach-coloured sake you like. Nono darling, it's alright if my recommendation doesn't suit you; the best Somme knows that a "no" is a help, because it helps me learn what your taste is not. Even so, I've been paying attention to what you go for in culinary choices, and my gut tells me this will be exactly to your flora.

Let me undress you.

Please, don't fuss- I want to take my time and touch you all over; massage my palms over where you ache, trace my fingertips along those nervy patches that I know make you shudder. I'm going to take exquisite care of you, and you owe me nothing. Not tonight. No, really! Your pleasure is my pleasure. Oh, alright... if you Insist on paying me back, then your mouth can delve between my folds and lick me awake tomorrow morning, but tonight... I want Nothing for you but to fall into a deep, dreamless sleep, every sense pampered and every stress melted.

I know how hard it is for you to let go. I know that you don't want to put your burdens on anyone and shoulder it all alone, and that other times, it can come pouring out on people who's responsibility it isn't to shoulder. It's rough out there. We're like dams- too much pressure, and we leak out where we don't expect.

But these hands were built to love you, to care for you, to tend to you, as you tend to me. We feed, nourish, and worship each other, an erotic dance that never sees our kindnesses and efforts only go one direction, but instead are exchanged. Even if, tonight, I make you melt for me.

Let me wash your back, your neck, the intimate patch of flesh where your hair meets your neckline. Let me kiss, lick... Hold you in the cradle of my arms that shows you you're safe, you're welcome to be vulnerable, you're home; that here, Nothing and Noone can hurt you. I would protect you from all ills, all sidelong, inadvertent cruelties, all direct attacks. No One may interrupt our peace, our sensual tranquility.

Does your body open up to my touch? Do you need to be loved simply for who you are, and expected nothing of, tonight? Soothed until there is no more thinking? Or does the relief of that stress make your lust for me bloom, eager and ready to be nourished from the inside out with a powerful, radiant orgasm that makes you sing for me? I love both from you; what I TRULY want is for you to feel as beautiful outside as you are in, and for you to finally have some goddamn rest, as I feel you deserve. Yes, you do.

Come to me. Come for me. Come. In this place of wine and holistic hedonism, be here with me.