Admittedly my existence is little more than a series of first world problems. So it is late in the day, almost tomorrow really. The pace has slowed and after far too long we are finally alone.
The week has been spent doing the bidding that funds all the other things. Doormen, drivers, bell boys and countless others have been thanked and tipped even as I often pass on the increased level of service they are there to provide. Choosing instead to close my own doors, carry my own bags, and depending on the place unpack and press my own garments.
So we’re alone and no matter what comes next I wait. Hoping you’ll relieve me of my jacket, remove my tie, make small talk as the shirt is unbuttoned and the cuff links are unfastened before making their way back to the valet on the dresser.
Never a moment, a glance, or a second thought. The world panders and caters to me; in most cases it could easily be done with out it. Yet there in the dim light of a late evening the scent of flowers on your skin and the sweetness of wine on your lips it seems to be something I truly want; your attention, service, and affection.
So the above despite being written in a somewhat dramatic fashion nails something that caused me to think. I’m not sure it is an actual kink but certainly is something I have always enjoyed and found connective. A partner that sometimes takes a few minutes minutes to care for me and connect in this way is something to be treasured.
It is simple, not necessarily sexual, and almost overly cliche. Despite all that would you undress me?
Go ahead you know you want to ! Click the lips and see all the other sexy sinners