You warned me to wear clothes I didn't care about. I heeded the warning.
I enter the bedroom at your invitation, noting the calm in your voice while my heart races in anticipation.
I kneel on the bed and close my eyes because you tell me to.
One hand grips my hair and from the other I hear a metallic click. You tell me to hold still. Very still.
First to go is my shirt. Then my pants, bra, panties… moving only when you say so… until all that is left for your knife is the canvas of my skin.
1 comment:
Ooh, I like it. How did you know I was having a very similar fantasy at the same time?
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