There will be the placing
on of hands. She knows
that, he has done that
before. There will be the
unbuttoning of her blouse,
the slow undoing, one
button eased through
the hole. Then he will
pause, breath in deeply,
then proceed with the
removal of her blouse,
each arm in turn taken
out, then he will place
the blouse on the chair.
Here she will smile, hide
her unease. Then he will
unclip the bra from behind,
she will feel fingers moving.
Her ******* will fall free
once he has taken away
the bra. He will then lay it
somewhere out of her sight.
Next he will take an intake
of breath; she will sense it
on her back, a warm breeze.
Then he will unzip her skirt,
the zip going down over her
*** his fingers will linger here,
she will feel them, she will
then sigh. Next he will let
the skirt fall to the floor,
trapping her legs in the cloth.
She will step out, one foot
at a time. He will lift her skirt
and put over the back of the
chair and let it hang there.
After a short pause, he will
place his fingers inside her
silk underwear and take down
slow, as if unwrapping some gift.
Next she will step out and pick
them up and place on the chair.
Just her ankle stocking will be
left remaining. She will stand
as he walks around her, his
eyes moving over her, grey
slugs, damp and smooth. Then
he will go. Nothing quite as it
may seem. Each night he will
come, each night the same dream.
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 3:20 PM UTC
There will be the placing
on of hands. She knows
that, he has done that
before. There will be the
unbuttoning of her blouse,
the slow undoing, one
button eased through
the hole. Then he will
pause, breath in deeply,
then proceed with the
removal of her blouse,
each arm in turn taken
out, then he will place
the blouse on the chair.
Here she will smile, hide
her unease. Then he will
unclip the bra from behind,
she will feel fingers moving.
Her ******* will fall free
once he has taken away
the bra. He will then lay it
somewhere out of her sight.
Next he will take an intake
of breath; she will sense it
on her back, a warm breeze.
Then he will unzip her skirt,
the zip going down over her
*** his fingers will linger here,
she will feel them, she will
then sigh. Next he will let
the skirt fall to the floor,
trapping her legs in the cloth.
She will step out, one foot
at a time. He will lift her skirt
and put over the back of the
chair and let it hang there.
After a short pause, he will
place his fingers inside her
silk underwear and take down
slow, as if unwrapping some gift.
Next she will step out and pick
them up and place on the chair.
Just her ankle stocking will be
left remaining. She will stand
as he walks around her, his
eyes moving over her, grey
slugs, damp and smooth. Then
he will go. Nothing quite as it
may seem. Each night he will
come, each night the same dream.
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