I Am Yours (A Serial)

I will join you in your room, if that is what you wish.
I enter.
It is warm and cozy here, bathed in red curtains and red and orange bedding.
You sit on the corner of your bed, wrapped in a kimono.
It is black with fantastic multi-colored birds on it.
I see your bare knee, protruding from the silk.
My eyes travel down your shin to your foot.
It is pink and your toenails are dark ruby.
You speak softly.
'Unbutton your shirt, please.'
I unbutton, watching your eyes watch my movements.
You shift a little.
I finish unbuttoning, my shirt open in front.
I rest my hands at my side.
You look at the area between my breasts.
'Show me yourself...'
I open my shirt more, revealing myself.
My nipples grow and stiffen beneath your gaze.
You watch.
Time slows down.
I hear birds outside.
You watch.
My eyes watch you.

--

You watch me, mesmerized.
I stand still, feeling the cooler air on my naked skin.
My hands remain by my side and I am on display for you.
'Lift your skirt for me...'
Your eyes shift and drop.
I watch them move and settle.
I reach down and hold the hemline of the cotton.
I wait.
'That is nice...'
I wait and watch.
Moments pass.
'Raise it...'
I bring the hem of my skirt up.
'More...'
Higher I raise it until my underclothes are visible to you.
I watch you look.
My blood flows loudly, coursing.
You lick your lips, moistening your mouth which has become dry.
I watch your tongue.
'Lower your skirt and remove your panties...'
I feel a little lightheaded.

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I drop my skirt.
I reach up and hook my panties, lowering them for you.
You watch so intently.
I am slow, knowing how you enjoy that, savoring the moments...the sounds.
I pull my underwear down stepping out of them, balancing on one foot, then the other.
'Bring them to me, please...'
I blush involuntarily, holding the powder blue cloth at my side.
'Come here.'
I am glad to oblige, seeking the unknown, wondering what you will want next.
I walk to you.
Being closer excites me.
I like the way it feels being naked under my skirt.
Very much.

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You hold your hand out, looking into my eyes seriously.
I put the panty in your hand.
For a brief moment our fingers touch.
You are so warm.
Our eyes stay locked.
'They are damp.'
An electric charge travels through me.
I nod, the slightest smile breaking.
I feel coy, slightly embarrassed by my discovered excitement.
You lower your hand, holding my panties entwined in your beautiful fingers.
I gaze down, seeing your hand, your rings and the traces of my desire.
I look back at your face.
You are looking in the direction of my vulva.
'You may step back.'
I walk backwards slowly.
You are watching me.
I ache.

--

'Let me see you.'
I wait and watch your face.
I feel a gentle throbbing down below.
I very much want to touch myself, but you will tell me when.
I feel my skirt grazing my hair.
I stand still, listening, staring.
'Let me see your purse.'
I swallow, and my hands once again grasp the hem of my skirt.
Your eyes widen slightly as I raise the cloth.
It is like a little theater, the curtain going up for the show.
I raise more.
I feel like I can hear your heart beating.
Mine is.
Raising, raising...
To let you see.

--

I am revealed.
You look, your eyes closing a little, settling in.
You lick your lips again.
Unknowingly?
'You are lovely.'
I blush, feeling the warmth pass through me.
I lower my head and look at the floor, now shy for you.
'Come closer...near me.'
I move.
'Closer.'
I step.
I can feel your breath on my thighs.
'Drop your skirt and turn around.'
I lower the curtain and turn.
I hear you shift, not knowing what you are doing.
I feel your hands on my hips.
I almost faint with contact.
I feel the warmth of your hands radiating on the top of my bottom cheeks.
One hand moves to the zipper.

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I feel your fingers on my zipper.
you slowly pull it down.
I hear it, enhancing my thrill.
The zipper is now down, my bottom beginning to show for you.
Your fingers touch my skin at the top of the crack.
My buttocks tense, then release.
Your finger trails along, gliding across the crack.
You fold back the skirt at the zipper, revealing more.
You hold it there.
I can feel your face approach me, your breath on the tops of my cheeks, warm and rhythmic.
I wait.
You are quiet, waiting too.
I shift, feeling myself getting tired from being in one position.
You kiss the top of my right cheek.
Softly.
Again your mouth is on my cheek.
I feel warm and my head is spinning a little.

--

You lick the top of my buttock and I feel the air where it is wet.
I am so excited.
I feel your hands hold my skirt and start to lower it.
You slide it over my hips and let it drop to the floor on my feet.
Your hands cover my bottom and you hold me.
I wait.
I feel your tongue touch the top of my crack.
I want more, but you will decide.
'Step out of your skirt, please, and open your stance more.'
I comply.
Your warm hands move over my cheeks.
You lick my crack a little more, so lightly.
I ache.
You kiss my crack several times, then my cheeks.
Your hands slide down the outside of my thighs.
Your mouth moves all over my bottom, placing kisses everywhere.
Your right hand moves to my inner thigh.
So warm...electrical.
I let out a long breath.
Then relax, waiting.

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You point to a chair in the room.
It is a club chair with a low back, covered in a thick, dark orange weave.
'Go to the chair and stand behind it.'
I walk.
As I do so I feel the ache and ever-gathering moisture below.
I feel your eyes on my bottom, and my heart races.
I stand behind the chair, facing you.
Our eyes lock.
For seconds...not moving.
My eyes want.
So do yours.
But what?
I stand.
You stand and move toward the chair, undoing the tie at the waist of the kimono.
The tie is undone, but you hold the garment closed.
You sit.
You can't see me.

--

I look down at the top of your head and your body sitting quietly.
Your legs are crossed, your hands resting on the arms of the chair.
'Bend down. Put your elbows on the back of the chair.'
I lean and bend over, my face so close to your head.
'Widen your stance. Open, please.'
I shift my feet.
I can smell the shampoo in your hair.
I can smell your body.
Being so close to you is a gift to me.
You lean your head back to rest it on my arms.
The contact is overwhelming.
I exhale and breathe you in again.
I watch your face.
Your eyes are closed.
I hear your breathing, slow and steady.
Your hands move to open your kimono.
You uncross your legs.
My gaze moves to watch.
You adjust the cloth at the arms of the chair.
You return your hands to the arms of the chair.

--

It is quiet.
I hear the wind outside moving through the trees.
I hear the radiator, its hot water moving through the system.
I look down at your small breasts...
...at the brown nipples growing.
You breathe...I watch as your chest moves.
My eyes wander down.
As if on queue, you open your thighs.
I stare at your mound, covered in chestnut-colored hair.
Your hands move to your thighs, sliding along their inner surfaces, teasing.
Your breathing quickens.
Your hands move slowly, taking your time.
You open yourself more.
Your nipples stand out, erect now.
I am yours...

--

...so taken...
By you.
I watch as your fingers play at the wet opening.
So gently you caress the folds.
Back and forth.
The soft sound...
The tip of your index finger slides along your bud, coaxing...
I watch, so entranced.
Your left hand moves to pull up on your labia, towards me, opening yourself more.
Your index finger rolls over you more.
I see your bud now.
It is glistening and a bright pink.
Who is watching who?
Who is performing for who?

--

I feel my own flower, aching with this...
...being a part of your show.
Your theater of desire.
'My nipples...'
Your whisper breaks the silence, but then...
'They...'
You hesitate, drawing a breath.
I know you..what you seek...
'...are ready...'
My hands caress your warm shoulders.
Your thighs open a little more, and you slide your middle finger into yourself.
Deep.
Your palm flat against your mound.
My hands move down to the tops of your breasts.
I hear you moan and watch as your palm presses.
My own palms cover your erect nipples.

--

I slide my hands over you, feeling the tips against my palms.
I hear your breathing...you tilt your head back.
Inviting me...
I continue my caresses, shifting the dynamic...
...as you wish...
...as you desire, giving yourself, and yet...
...as you wish.............
My thumbs and index fingers pinch you softly, tentatively.
The way I know you like it.
Your nipples grow more, yearning.
I watch...
...and watch, looking at you, your eyes closed.
Your skin is warm, and you open your legs just a little more.
Giving me a sign.
I watch.
You slide your finger in and out of yourself, ever so slowly.
Each time your palm rests on your mound...pressing...down...
...just so...
You let out a big breath and a soft moan at it's termination.
I pull gently on you, holding your breasts out by their hard tips, then back.
Again...
Again...
You sigh.
Giving over?
Are you?
Giving over?

--

You move your hand away, onto your thigh.
The other one joins and you gently caress your thighs, your mound revealed to the room.
You open yourself a little more and your pelvis humps the air...
...almost imperceptibly.
Your hands move slowly, teasing yourself.
...and me...
I long to look, to kiss you there on your open slit.
To drink from your garden.
I fantasize my tongue sliding into you, parting the folds.
My dream is disturbed by you closing your legs, then opening them.
In a slow rhythm...back and forth...bringing subtle stimulation to your wet purse.

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(When I was young, I first discovered myself this way...
...my legs opening and closing, sending soft signals to my core.
I would cross my legs and squeeze hard.
Then open.
And repeat...and...
Usually when I was dressed.
And in different places...the school bus...in study hall...in the back seat of the car...
...with my parents up front, their words a blur.
At night, when I got ready for bed, I took my pants off and continued in my room.
The lights low, a soft glow...my little theater of pleasure.
I listened to the sounds of the house, people moving about downstairs, finishing up the dishes.
Watching TV...talking.
It was my world and as I got older, I began to use the mirror.
Enacting a scenario with 'another' who I watched.
I stared as she removed her pants, then slid her panties off slowly...for me...
Then the squeezing, the opening, this time watching...watching...showing...watching)

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You open, holding that position.
I watch, my fingers pulling on your hard nipples.
I administer a little pain to them, walking towards that edge that we love so dearly.
I hear you let out a deep sigh, and you tilt your head back...
...looking at the ceiling.
I watch your eyes watch.
I look up and see the cracked ceiling, the plaster rosette around the missing light fixture.
I look down and you have closed your eyes, giving over once more.
Below your middle finger has slid into your wetness.
I watch,
continuing my rhythmic tugging of your breasts.
More and harder.
Now less and softer.
I watch.
You slide your finger slowly in and out.
Your chest is a soft pink color.
We can hear your movement.
Moist and steady.
Your breathing...

--

My tugging continues.
You moan softly.
I pull and hold your breasts out at their limit.
Louder now...
...your finger moving steadily.
From deep...a long moan.
You are mine...

--

You slide your finger out and bring it back toward my mouth.
It is glistening.
I open...your finger moves over my face,
leaving your excitement...a trail...
You find my open mouth and I clamp down on you.
Hard...
Sucking you into me, tasting your essence.
You fuck me, your little cock sliding in and out of me.
I hold you firmly, then open...
Your fingertip slides over my tongue.
And I am reminded of so many things...
So many...
Kaleidoscope...my starling...
More...don't stop...

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...so taken...

--

Please, don't stop.
Not now.
I come around the chair and straddle your lap, my legs open around you.
Lowering...
I feel the cool air on my wetness...so open again...my hands on your shoulders.
I give myself back to you, holding you in place, but...
...also gesturing compliance now.
Opening my mouth, letting you wonder...
I close my eyes.
And wait, my mouth slightly open.
I slide my tongue out, inviting you...
...to take me once more.
...take me again and walk me down our path.
It is where I wish to go today.
I feel your closeness, your warm breath on my face as you approach.
You are close, waiting...
Making me wait, my tongue out, getting dry.
I wet it again in my mouth and slide it out.
You touch the tip of it with the tip of your tongue...
...and then take my wet tongue fully into your mouth.
I open more, letting you suck me...
...and suck me...
...and suck me...

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I can feel the pulsing below.
I want to be touched, but somehow...
This suspended state is my room, my place to be right now,
just being in this moment with you, letting you guide us...
...taking as you please, letting me give over.

There are no other words...there are only actions...we meld...

...so taken...