Giving

The curtains wave softly, the fresh spring scent of lilacs blowing
in through the window. The scent just exists, neither demanding notice
nor escaping it. The soft hues of blue and violet wrap the room in a
peaceful cocoon of quiet. I study the room with great care. I want
everything to be perfect. I light the tubular candles, placed
strategically around the room. The dancing flames cause the room to
appear to shimmer. The music of the Masters waft softly through the
room. Satisfied the room is now perfect, I go down to await your
arrival. Tonight I wish to give only pleasure. It shall be your night.
The night that you surrender only to the sensations of your body. And,
in the giving to you, I know I shall find rare delights to satiate my own
needs.
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Giving

The curtains wave softly, the fresh spring scent of lilacs blowing
in through the window. The scent just exists, neither demanding notice
nor escaping it. The soft hues of blue and violet wrap the room in a
peaceful cocoon of quiet. I study the room with great care. I want
everything to be perfect. I light the tubular candles, placed
strategically around the room. The dancing flames cause the room to
appear to shimmer. The music of the Masters waft softly through the
room. Satisfied the room is now perfect, I go down to await your
arrival. Tonight I wish to give only pleasure. It shall be your night.
The night that you surrender only to the sensations of your body. And,
in the giving to you, I know I shall find rare delights to satiate my own
needs.
…End of the part1. To be continued..