Occasionally

OccasionallyEver since I was a little girl I?ve been frightened of the dark, things that go bump in the night, faces at the window, black mirrors. That sort of thing. I write about them: dark, erotic, fantasies. Those of you who know me, and read me, will understand why.You see, I?m an insomniac. I wake up in the middle of the night with a story idea, write it down, go downstairs to the kitchen, and make myself a midnight feast of milky mint tea and hot toast. I live on my own in Marriage House, a red-brick farmhouse with a black slate roof, encircled by a dense hedge of dark cypress, well-established ivy climbing its walls. She knows the place well. I unlock the door and breathe in the cool night air, so rich, with the aromatic scent of pine.I let her in.The intruder stands behind me. Her mouth, nostrils and chin are covered by a thick black mask. Her shaggy teak hair hangs over her face, scratching her crazed walnut eyes, accentuating her baggy-lined eyelids, her umber weals of tiredness. She looks exhausted. I feel the tip of a knife blade press into the side of my neck, hear her excited voice for the first time,?Do what I say and you won?t get hurt.?I decide not to nod my head, standing quite still, while she puts on my blindfold. The blindfold is made of coarse black linen. She fluffs my hair out of the way, then ties the knot securely at the nape of my neck. I feel its torn edges tickling my skin. The blindfold covers the bridge of my Escort nose and eyes ending above my forehead, at my hairline, my grey-streaked widow?s peak,?Hold your hands behind your back.?She arrests me. I obey her, clasping my hands to the small of my back while she ties my wrists. I feel her cord cut into my flesh. I?m dressed for bed in a loose black chemise and panties. My world is black tonight. My whole world is black. I feel her soft hands, slim fingers, grasp my shoulders and turn me around. I am her dummy. Her robot. Her wish is my command. The tiled floor feels cold under my bare feet. She propels me towards the kitchen door. I relish the warm tufts of carpet between my toes as we cross the hallway. She pushes me upstairs. I am bat blind. I can?t see her but I can feel her, sense her apprehension, smell her nervous sweat. At the top of the stairs, we turn left. My midriff brushes against the smooth banister. I feel myself being guided. I am forced to take three steps forward. She shoves me face-down on the bed. I twist my head to the right to breathe, careful not to let her blindfold slip, then I plead for my life,?I keep the key to my safe in the top right bedside drawer,? I explain. ?The safe is located under the pillows in the left-hand bedside cupboard. Insert the key and turn the dial to the right. Inside the safe, you?ll find my passport, my most expensive, precious jewellery, my purse, a key, and a red notebook. Escort Bayan The key opens my jewellery box which I keep under the bed. In there, you?ll find my diamond necklace, diamond earrings, diamond pendant, gold bangles, bracelets, and pearls. The notebook contains all my passwords, details of my bank accounts. Take all of it, but please, don?t hurt me.?The effort of revealing my innermost secrets leaves me drained of energy. I want to sleep, to dream, fantasize. Make her go away. I exhale, shutting my weary eyes. I listen to her reassuring me,?I?ll hurt you if you misbehave. I don?t want your money. I want us to play games. You will play games with me, won?t you??She presses the tip of the knife blade firmly into the side of my neck. I agree to play her games. She unties my wrists as my reward, and asks, ?Do you wear stockings???Occasionally, you?ll find a pair of black stockings with a red suspender belt in the top drawer.?She looks around. We?re alone in the moonlight. She speaks to me as if I?m a ragdoll, a corpse, ?Don?t want to see you like this.?She rolls me onto my back, then dresses me, drawing my stockings up my taut calves, over my knees, up my thighs, carefully attaching them to my ruby red suspender belt. I feel exhilarated. Can?t wait for our next game to begin.She leans forward and kisses me, tasting my flavour with the tip of her tongue. I feel her hands idly wander up the soft insides of my thighs. Bayan Escort For a moment, she stands perfectly still. Then she lifts off my chemise. Other than my panties, stockings and suspender belt, I am naked. She unties my blindfold and lets me watch. She is wearing a red short-sleeved sweater, faded skinny jeans, a silver belt. I marvel as she applies my make-up.My stomach is daubed with a tattoo of a magnificent scarlet rose in full bloom, its petals dripping dew. At my rose?s heart, she lays a solid diamond charm sparkling violet, indigo, amber, emerald shards of light. Her beautiful phenomenon takes my breath away. I sink into my bed transfixed. Slowly, my petals unfurl. My intimate charm protrudes. She extracts her surprise from my navel and lays the iridescent gem in the palm of my hand. I ask her if I can keep it. She tells me, I can wear it as her keepsake, and gently replaces it in my navel,?Sit up straight for me.?I sit up for her. She puts on my blindfold. I let her take off my panties, stockings, and suspender belt. I am nude for her now, ready, eager, to play her next game,?Lie on the towel.?I feel the coarse texture of my beach towel lying on the bed beside me. I lie on it. Safe. I feel safe. On my towel. Happy, content, warm, secure, and satisfied. She tells me to keep still,?Play dead, relax for me, let your body go limp.?I close my eyes under the blindfold. My arms flop to my sides. My legs go slack. I fall asleep, dreaming that I am lying on her beach. I perspire. She rakes the sweat strands of hair off my face, affectionately brushing my cheeks. I feel her place a warm bottle of suntan oil near my body, sense her squeezing a blob of oil onto her palm,