birthday
4:05 p.m.<>2001-10-10

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you look so beautiful like this.

the smooth skin of your back glistens in the flickering candlelight. with my eyes, i follow the delicate curve of your spine as it runs from the taut flesh at the nape of your neck to the dark, enticing hollow just above your buttocks. i trace the line of your vertebrae with my index finger and feel you give a little shudder.

it's been quite a birthday, hasn't it? i wonder how many people would find this a strange way to celebrate. i wonder how many of our friends might be shocked to learn that the special present you received from me had nothing to do with jewelry or concerts or fancy restaurants. oh, we dressed up and went out for a nice dinner earlier, of course. and then there was the bracelet i gave you, the one you pointed out to me casually months ago, but which you thought i had forgotten. but that wasn't everything, was it?

i wonder how many of our friends would be scandalized if they found out my best gift, the one i saved for last, involved you lying on your stomach blindfolded, stripped naked, with your wrists and ankles tied to the bedposts? take michael and karen, for example. would they avert their eyes if they saw you like this, your flesh softly shining from the rose scented oil i just spread all over you? would they blush? would they disapprove of the way my index finger keeps following the curve of your spine, lower and lower, until it reaches your very tailbone? would michael and karen find this an inappropriate birthday present for a man to his lover?

or would they be incredibly, deliciously aroused?

like you are now. you're trying to hide it, trying to remain still, trying to keep quiet. you don't want me to know how turned on you are, how completely you've chosen to surrender yourself to me. bound and blindfolded, you nevertheless want to hold on to some shred of control, so you're trying to stay as still and quiet as possible. but your body betrays you, my love. it's in the slight parting of your lips. it's in the little furrow between your eyebrows. it's in the way your breath gives a little hitch when my tongue finds the space behind your earlobe, or when my hand gently strokes the silky whiteness of your breasts, flattened against the bed.

it took some time and effort getting to this point, didn't it? and not a little giggling. whoever knew simple bondage could be so complicated? first we discovered we were out of candles, so i had to repress my arousal long enough to run down to the grocery store to buy some. then we were looking high and low for something to tie you up with, since we've never bothered to go to a sex shop and pick up a set of real restraints. i suppose, since it's your birthday, that i could have given as much thought to this part of the evening as i had to our dinner reservations. still, things worked out, didn't they? and who cares if those silk neckties of mine get bunched and wrinkled, as long as they do the job?

you're not bothering to conceal your excitement now. for the past twenty minutes i've done nothing but tease you. i've rubbed sweet smelling oil into every muscle, every crevice of your body. i've taken each of your toes into my mouth and sucked on them, one by one. i've run my lips across the surface of your flesh, marked your legs and back with kisses. i've slid my fingers into the dark crack where your graceful spine tapers. i've left teeth marks high on your shoulder. i've whispered all sorts of nasty, wet fantasies into your ear, filling your mind with such carnal imaginings that your breath is now coming in quick pants and you are straining a little against the knots binding your wrists.

my hand slides further into the cleft between your buttocks, until my thumb rests against the tender spot buried deep within. your hips begin to undulate against gently against the mattress. i lean in close to whisper into your ear again.

i can smell you, i say.

it's true. the pungent scent of your excitement is rising to my nostrils, infusing the air. in a voice filled with breath and distance, you ask me if i like the way you smell. the answer is obvious, of course. i would like to find some way to bottle your smell, to condense it into a fluid and drink it, to cover my entire body with it until i reek of you. but that is not what i tell you, although you've heard similar things from me many times before. instead, i bring my lips close to your ear again and reply,

you smell like an animal in heat.

at that, you let out your breath in a long, shuddering sigh, and i feel my heart skip a beat.

it goes on like that for what seems like ours, with me teasing you, teasing myself, bringing us to the point of frenzy. you're grinding your hips into the bed violently now, arching your back and thrusting your pelvis as if you were riding some invisible lover. i watch your lovely body writhe, and have to reach for what little self control i have left. you look beautiful like this. you look so beautiful like this.

what are you doing, i ask, though i know the answer. i can feel the moisture on the sheets beneath your body.

panting, you tell me that you're masturbating yourself against the bed.

are you going to make yourself come, i ask.

yes, you reply hoarsely.

are you going to be loud when you come, i ask.

yes, you squeak. the grinding of your hips is ferocious, causing the headboard to thump against the wall.

happy birthday, my love, i tell you softly, as the you fill the candlelit room with your ragged yells.

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