Early evening in my chalet. I lounge in the big brown leather club chair, silk cream slip clinging to my skin. Thin straps, pearl buttons from cleavage to mid-belly, lace edges teasing. Fabric barely hides my knees. Legs tucked under me. Mint tea steams. Purcell’s pure voice from speakers. Fireplace glows, candles flicker. Flames dance in my empty gaze. Heat licks my legs. Daydreaming. Or waiting.
Phone rings. That ring. P. My alter ego. Confidant. Fantasy fuel. Trust absolute. Pipe smoke taste lingers on his kisses. ‘Hello? Not disturbing?’ ‘No… opposite.’ He probes my dreams. Christmas gift: scarves game. Magic pouch. Laughter. ‘Wish you were here.’ ‘I’m close… watching you.’ Heart skips. ‘In the club chair? Light outfit?’ Blush. ‘The nacre buttons one.’ ‘I’d unbutton slow. Hand in the slit. Eyes closed.’ Breath catches. ‘On knees before you. Hands roam every inch.’ Silence. I melt. His voice strokes. Fingers trace hair, face, neck, toes. Up again. Intimate. Body shivers. Fire’s heat? His words? Pulse races. Throat tight. Lost.
The Fever
Doorbell. Jolt. Insistent. ‘Go open.’ ‘No. Only you.’ He pushes. I refuse. Voice sharpens. ‘Open, trembling in silk.’ Anger flares. He hangs. Fury. Note under door: ‘Stubborn. Me in ear or real. Kisses.’ Idiot! Me too. Dial him. Voicemail. Crush book. Tea cold.
Doorbell again. Peephole. Him. Rouge floods cheeks. ‘You?’ ‘Yep.’ ‘Teasing behind door?’ ‘Insolite spot.’ Laughter cracks. Pull him in. Towering frame. Shower? No. Bath.
Water runs hot, foam rises. Candles glow. He strips. I peek. 1m90 fortress, square shoulders, quadra belly. Envelops me. Slip off, panties drop. Straddle tub. His eyes devour. Sink into him. Arms drape my belly. Eucalyptus scent mixes fire smoke. Purcell drifts. Silence. Bliss. Tensions melt. Island escape.
The Blaze
Water cools. Out. Hot rinse. Caresses flow. Dry. Tea? No. Matelas by fire. ‘Trust me.’ He prone. Massage: scalp, neck, back. Flip. Tie wrists to chairs. Blindfold. Naked now. Hands everywhere. Lips follow. Suck finger. Tease. Tongue trails belly, pubis. Avoid cock. Straddle. Kiss. Lick ears. Murmurs. Down. Suck him hard. Slow torment. Mount. Ondulate. ‘Untie.’ Arms crush. Flip. Penetrate slow. Build. Explode.
Fury peaks. Sweat slicks skin. Hearts hammer. Nails dig. Cum spills hot. Collapse. Gasp.
Skin scorches still. Embers glow. Blottir close. ‘Love you.’ Hum. Torpor. Cold creeps. ‘Bed?’ Shower quick. Nestle his chest. Hands wander free. Drift to sleep. Jouis in dreams? His touch fades me. Unique. Burned forever.