#Texture

My favorite way to tie you is with silk. Those long, thin colored scarves. Soft and strong. It’s their feel, their tactile nature that gave me the idea. It begins with you secure and spread eagle on the bed. What I want calls for a blindfold as well. I want you to lose freedom and sense, to concentrate on what I do, what you feel. I leave your mouth free, because I very well might want to use it, but also so that I can hear clearly any sounds you might make while I touch, and lick, and yes, fuck you. Later. And I leave your ears uncovered, because I know you like to hear me breathe. You can hear sounds I don’t even know I’m making… But first things first. A parade of textures on your skin. Silk on your breast, smooth leather on your thigh, linen, cotton, corduroy, burlap, all to sample and trace along your sides and arms. Gauze, satin, stone, metal, cut crystal against your cheek, between your legs. I wet each, smooth, rough, soft, sharp texture from you, spread it across your skin to cool, watching, touching, opening you. After such a library of surfaces, skin may be just one other, but is the only _living_ one I use. Perhaps leaves and flowers – and thorns – are for another time, but tonight I contrast myself with the dead and inanimate. I hope to compare favorably, but we both know that that is a secondary wish, what I want is to push my life, my vitality into you, to have that sensation of touch amplified in the absence of sight, so that when I kiss and fuck into you for the first time, you feel every touched nerve in lips and cunt fire off and register me.