This is a story I wrote mostly for the design and style of it. But in a lot of ways its a metaphore for many parts of my life. Any feed back on this thoughts opinion what ever is always appriciated.

Coming back into the bathroom I stopped to admire my lover. Her body looked flawless as the flickering candle light glistened off her sweat covered skin. Her body was motionless except for the barely detectable rise and fall of her chest. Her body still held in place by her bonds. With the suction cups still clinging to the bottom of the shower, she had no choice but to lie in the position she had been left in. Her knees held apart to either side, ankles tied to her thighs leaving her sex completely exposed raised up by the foam pad under that well toned butt of hers leaving her lower back arched as it curved back towards the floor. Long dark and now very wet hair covered the pad her head rested on. Rubber cuffs clutched her wrists and held them above her head anchored to the suction cup there in the corner of the shower.

The beauty of this image was lost on her though. The scarf tied softly over her eyes. She was left to experience the world with the sense of touch and sound while the scent of burning candles engulfed her sense of smell.

Picking up the sponge from the sink and holding it above her waist I watched as water slowly escaped form it. Flexing the muscles in her butt, her hips raised ever so slightly as she tried to get the dripping water to land on her most sensitive spot. Her clitoris was swollen and exposed as it protruded from between those parted pussy lips. As teased and stimulated as it had been for such a long time her clit was left incredibly sensitive, every nerve ending in here body seemed to lead to it.

One touch was all she needed to be sent her over the edge into a blissful orgasm but that was what I denied her. The drops of water landed just above the mark but still ran down her shaved crotch. Lowering the sponge I made the trickle of water land just above her blood engorged clit then run down either side in two streams rounding the swollen nub before it rejoined into a single stream and ran straight down the center of her waiting pussy.

Going back to the sink I let the sponge refill with cold water this time before I went back to her. Holding the sponge over her nipple I let the ice cold water drip down onto the center of it. The water droplets exploded on her nipple into tiny particles that showered down on the rest of her ample breast. Immediately the nipple hardened while goose bumps formed all across her breast.

Moving to the next nipple I repeated the torment. Once both nipples were hard and both nipples covered in goose bumps I moved the sponge to between her breasts. Squeezing the sponge and forcing the water to come out a little faster I lead the trickling water across her stomach and towards her raised hips; the stream of water running back down her stomach between her breasts before reaching her neck. Moving the water across her body in a continues and slow movement, pausing ever so shortly to hover over her navel before continuing across her hips and back to her sweet point of desire.

Anticipating the cold water, goose bumps were already forming across her smooth skin around her sex. The lips of her pussy closed slightly to try to protect her burning desire.

With two split fingers and the softest touch on the outsides of her sex at the tops of her legs I caressed her skin. Using just the tips of my fingers, starting just below her pussy then spreading my fingers out to either side, then up all the way to the base of her navel. I teased and caressed her skin. I watched as moans escaped her, while she bit her quivering lip ever so softly.

Leaning down till my lips were just above her sex I slowly blew across her skin, lifting my mouth ever so slightly as her hips bucked forward, desperately trying to make physical contact. Once her hips had lowered back down I released her pent up frustrations in a single kiss placed directly on her most sensitive spot. Wave after wave of pleasure rushed across her body. She pulled deeply into her bonds while more predominate moans escaped her lips but I know this was only a glimmer of the true passion she was feeling.

Once the waves of ecstasy had passed and she was calming down I went about removing her blindfold and restraints. Picking her up into my arms I carried her out of the bathroom, out of the house, across the lawn which was surrounded by trees on one side, a lake on the other, and to the hot tub. It didn't matter that we were both naked, covered in sweat from a night of passion. I carried her in my arms to the hot tub while she clung to my neck. The hot tub was enclosed in a small cedar structure to protect against the wind but with Plexiglas windows on all the walls and in the roof allowing the moon to shine through.

The trees swayed as the wind swept through their branches. Sneaking through the openings the wind crept into the enclosure, its cold touch kissed the back of my neck. Even with the warmth of the water a chill ran down my spine. Squeezing my arms a little tighter around her naked body I pulled her closer into me. She cuddled close, our arms intertwined, her head resting on my shoulder, her nose nuzzled into the side of my neck. The cold wind swept over the landscape and across the lake. It was as though we were the only souls in the world. It was just us completely alone in the world, left to enjoy the moment. But that's the problem. I sat there completely content with the world. I felt sheer and uncontested happiness. The women I loved was clutched in my arms. We didn't have to speak a word to each other. Every move, the smallest flex of a muscle was all the words we needed. With the slightest squeeze of my arms I could talk to her, let her know what I was thinking. I sat there in blissful happiness as the water caressed my skin and her body pressed into me. Even in the warmth of the water her skin was still covered in goose bumps, her nipples very erect. We stayed there while time passed, locked into the moment.

Once she drifted off to sleep I carefully shifted her weight. I moved her over to the corner of the tub laying her head to rest on one of the towels I had laid out. I couldn't help but stand there for a moment and admire her in the ripples of light as the moon shone through the glass and reflected off of the water. I stood there longer than I should have. But how could I pull myself away from what I truly felt was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen with my eyes. In the midst of a long moment I turned my head and pulled myself away. Exiting the tub I headed for the house. Strolling across the grass I barely noticed the bite of the fridged wind. Once I was in the house I collected my things. Once they were in hand I headed for my car. From that point I disappeared into the night.

Above all else I just wanted to do what ever would make her the happiest. After tonight I had no idea what to do. I had put all my effort into making her happy tonight, expended my all and it had worked. But now I have nothing left to offer. I have no idea what to do at this point to make her happy, to keep her smiling for the rest of her life. I pray to god that she can find someone who knows how to do that, who can keep her happy for the rest of her life because that is something that I don't have the answer to. I just don't know how to do it. It just wasn't meant to be. I wasn't meant for her. And so I disappeared into the night while she sleeps peacefully, captured in the radiance of the moonlight.
 

03.09.07