Black As My Soul: By Request 6

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April 28, 2004

By Request 6

Such delicious torture to watch you reveal yourself to me slowly, sliding your blouse from your shoulders then letting it slip to the floor. You turn away from me then bend down to pick it up. I'm beginning to feel uncomfortably warm.

After walking your blouse to the closet, you walk toward me slowly. Gracefully. My eyes follow the curve of your hips, watching them sway through half-lidded eyes.

As you take your last few steps, you've already begun to undo your skirt. You slide your skirt off much more slowly.

You're wearing a garter belt tonight. I knew there was a reason you had a certain look in your eyes all night... but I realized as your skirt slid farther down that I could see no evidence of other undergarments. If only I had known, I might have tried even hard to get under your skirt some how. Surreptitiously sliding my hand along your stockinged leg at every opportune moment. Just for a brush. A tease. A pleasuring.

Your punishment for having neglected to mention that salient fact will not be slight.

And then that beautiful pussy of yours is revealed as you wiggle your hips in an exaggerated effort to be free of your skirt.

You bend forward at the waist as you continue to slide your skirt along the curves of your legs. I see you lift your head to look at me precisely when your cleavage is most prominent. Wicked girl. I also notice it is an effort to breathe slowly. To compensate I am forced to breathe deeply. How you affect me!

Having stepped out of your skirt, finally, one deliberate step at a time, you start to stand up and toss your hair out of the way again to show me your cleavage—still in black lace.

At a certain point, my eyes stop their upward journey and I am riveted. As you slowly turn to walk back to the closet, my eyes travel up again to catch you looking into my eyes for just a moment. Oh, I'm watching. Be certain.

I am treated to your languid walk to and from the closet. You toss your hair this way and that as you take out your earrings. You turn around quickly and seat yourself on my lap.

"Will you set these on the night stand?" You ask. "I can't reach..."

"Of course," I say. Squinting slightly. I look away from your eyes just long enough to grab the earrings and know that I will be setting them in a safe place.

As soon as you see me set them down, you ask, "Would you help me with my bra?"

"Yes," I answer simply. I didn't say when, I realize. My eyes drift down a bit to take you in, watch you breathe. Entertain my options.

With mock seriousness, I agree. "Let's get this horrid thing off of you. A beautiful woman shouldn't need to cover herself like that."

My fingertips are already drifting up your spine to reach the clasp.

"Lean forward, my love," I direct.

With my other hand I brush your neck lightly before gently moving your hair aside. I undo the fastener, then slide my hands along your shoulders to push the bra straps off. Then I lift the straps and hold them forward so that you can slide your arms out. I place the bra on the night stand by the earrings.

I find myself caressing the curves of each of your breasts, lightly tracing over them. Slowly my fingers find their way to your areolas and start gently circling around each nipple. I apply a little more pressure as they change and harden under my touch.

The circling gives way to gentle squeezing. Gentle rolling.

"You know," I say in a casual tone of voice, "I think it's terrible. You didn't mention once that you weren't wearing panties. You know how I love that."

"It didn't... come up..." you say, breathily.

"Hmm. I see."

I begin to squeeze your nipples more firmly now. I'm sure you must feel the firmness in my pants.

I roll your nipples between my fingers, applying even more pressure and pulling now. You inhale sharply and arch your back toward me.

I take advantage of the opportunity to speak with a soft and deep voice right by your ear.

"You must be punished."

[+] Posted by Sinner, who was transgressing at the time (April 28, 2004 1:49 AM) by writing evil. [+]