Lavender Notes
As you come home one night, there's a lavender note by the door. "Dearest, Are you in a playful mood? Would you like to have a treasure hunt? First go out to the patio, and then follow the notes and see what you find. No peeking now, love."
Where am I hiding? What's going on? But you decide to play along and see what happens. On the patio, there's another softly scented lavender sheet, propped against a wine decanter. "Darling, I know that you're tired after a long day, so I want you to go out to garden for a bit with your wine and just relax." Hmmm... well, whatever I'm up to, so far it doesn't sound too bad....
The table in the garden has the newspaper, a plate of nibbles and cheese, soft music playing, and another lavender note. "Sit and enjoy yourself, my love. Doesn't the garden look pretty this time of day? The paper's here if you'd like to read for a bit and there'll be a lovely hot bath waiting for you in about 20 minutes time. Enjoy. Oh, and do you see the beeper on the table? When you're ready to come in, turn it on, so that I know where you are."
Hmmm... it is lovely in the garden, and you're tired.... but you're also getting very curious as to where I am and what I'm ultimately up to... You sit, sipping your wine, trying to read and relax, while your thoughts wander as to what might be coming next... Finally you decide that enough time has elapsed and you get up to go back in the house, more rested than before, but also with a growing tension... You snatch the beeper & turn it on. As you pass through the kitchen, something wafts out at you from the oven. Mmmmm... this is getting better and better...
The bath is slightly steamy and the tub is full of hot scented water, with candles lit around it, and some jazz playing softly. Atop the pile of fluffy towels, you see the paper you're by now expecting, and another beeper. "Enjoy your bath, my love. Oh, how I wish that I could be in there with you to scrub your back and towel you dry... but that would spoil the flow of the evening, now wouldn't it? Somebody around here has to finish making dinner... When you're done, put on your sarong, flip the switch on the beeper here so that I know that you're coming, and make your way to the dining room. I'll be ready for you..."
Oh my! Your cock is growing hard as you slip out of your trousers and into the bath, day dreaming about what may be waiting for you in the dining room. Me spread out across the table? A slave girl serving you, perhaps? Or a french maid, complete with frills and lacy stockings? Whatever it is, you're starting to develop a few plans of your own......
The bath is lovely, but somehow not as enjoyable as what you're hoping will come next, and you don't stay in it nearly as long as you might have otherwise. But you do soak for a bit and then dry yourself before wrapping your growing erection within the sarong. You almost forget my last instruction, but then notice the device and flip it on, attaching it to the sarong by its clip, next to the other one. Ahhh... the dining room awaits you....
Once there, however, you're puzzled again. The table is certainly ready with candle light and more music, and the dinner sitting there smells wonderful, but it's only dinner for one and I'm still nowhere to be seen. Instead there's another note. "Oh, you lovely man, are you getting as hot and horny as I am? I do want you so! You know what a slut I can be when I think of you! But patience is a virtue and I don't want you fainting from hunger, now do I? So eat up your dinner, and then come to the living room. I'm getting so hot and wet and I want you so!"
You almost gulp down dinner, barely noticing all the effort that I put into it, your thoughts busy with what you want to put into me, and your fingers lightly playing with your throbbing cock as you chew. Enough eating! If you don't find me soon, you'll go mad with desire. But the living room is just another tease and you're starting to feel slightly frustrated, as you pick up the ubiquitous lavender note.
"Are you as hard and impatient, as I am wet, my love? I want you so badly, especially since you've been turning vibrators on and off inside or me for the past little bit..." ahhh... you look down at the beepers by your waist in sudden understanding..., "But I didn't want you to starve or anything, love. So now I'm impatiently waiting for you upstairs, blindfolded and cuffed to the bed, with vibrators in all of the places you can imagine... You will come up and have dessert, won't you?"
To be continued......
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Created April 18, 1999 • Modified May 18, 1999
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