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TheCrimsonPen -> A Thousand Little Things (1/11/2014 2:05:26 PM)
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The wind blew the cold night air outside.
Soon winter will have arrived.
Tonight we were nestled in our living room by the warmth of the fire.
I sat next to him on the rug with my arm draped over his knee.
My head was lying on my hand as I looked into the fire.
He caressed my hair gently with his hand.
I was soothed and relaxed as he touched me.
“What drew you to me Sir?” I asked while looking into the firelight.
There was a long pause and he said, “The little things.”
I looked at him and asked “What do you mean by the little things Sir?”
“I don’t mean insignificant or trivial,” he replied.
“You are loyal, honest and serve me well, and that is important,” he added.
“But there is so much more to you, a thousand little things,” he said with a smile.
“Will you tell me some of these little things Sir,” I asked with longing eyes.
“The way you’re showing genuine and innocent curiosity right now for example,” he replied.
“The sound of your voice when you’ve found something that pleases you,” he said as he stroked my cheek.
“The way your lips curl when you smile,” he whispered as his finger touched my lips.
I began to feel restless and caressed his thigh.
“Come sit in my lap precious,” he said.
I went to him and sat across his lap with one arm behind his neck.
“Like any man I am attracted to your physical features,” he said as his fingertips caressed my nipple.
“I love the caress of your hand Sir,” I whispered.
“Your eagerness to learn and explore pleases me so,” he said with a gentle kiss.
“I like to listen to the rhythm of your breathing as your bound,” he added.
“To watch your fingers and toes wiggle when you can’t escape,” he whispered.
“I wish I could hear all of the thousand little things,” I moaned as his hands explored me.
“In time you will my precious,” he said as the first cuff clicked on my wrist.
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