The Time of Preparation

I start my day by thinking about seeing you later. I wake from my sleep and you are the first thing on my mind, and slowly a warm glow washes over me and settles in between my thighs, there's a sensitivity that radiates from the warmth and wetness making my whole body aware of touch and smell and taste. The anticipation starts to build as soon as my eyes open and I can't wait to make love to you.

Generally I fill the hours before we are together with errands or work, to keep my mind mostly occupied, you are there as a shadow gracefully clinging to my body and at odd times making my nipples hard in expectation. You always tell me you love my nipples, that they are beautiful and sensitive, that's one of my favorite things you know, the way you nibble and suck at them bringing them to life. I love looking down at your face as you nuzzle into my breast, there's something so comforting in seeing you there, lips puckered around that bit of pink.

The ritual takes about two hours. It's a luxury I know, time always is and I am so grateful to have the time to spend on you, on me, on us in this particular way. Some days I feel rushed and tired or depressed and I cheat a little, but almost always the ritual of preparation is strictly adhered to. Not only for your benefit, but also for my own enjoyment. You know more than anyone how I love the doing of things. Cooking, gardening, shopping, it's the activity and the participation in my life that brings me joy and satisfaction, that's why I've made our times of loving special in my own way. It's a way for me to honor you and the love we have together.

I start with a bath, warm and bubbly I slip into the water that cradles and comforts. The water caresses every fold of tender skin, gives me goose bumps and again my nipples stand erect in anticipation of your hands, your tender and firm touch. I breathe deeply the fragrance clinging in the air and relax. My hands touch and explore my body, as if they've never been there before. Legs, stomach, hips, arms, neck wrapped in pretty iridescent bubbles with an all to short life span. I wander down between my thighs and my fingers probe through the folds and crevasses up and down increasing and decreasing pressure and then slightly penetrate the hidden treasure that has been patiently waiting for you. While my fingers play upon my body, my legs lifted and knees bent I imagine you there between them, looking up at me and smiling. I close my eyes and feel your tongue wrapping around my clit and my fingers press it as if wanting to make you suddenly appear. I imagine you licking my pussy, wetness dripping from your chin. I imagine your hands in the exact places that my hands are now, stroking, pinching, playing as if you are a boy again, discovering for the first time that ancient secret. I scrub every part, my toes, the legs you love, the delicate skin of my ass, shoulders and breasts. Every inch of me will be soft and supple. I want you to, every time you touch me, have visions of silk and satin. I want you to dream of the softness of me under your hands and to ache to feel my skin when you go there or do that. Shaving comes next, I take such care in this, to make sure everything is smooth as the day I was born. I stand and wash my hair, letting the soap create rivulets that run over my breasts, my back, shoulders and stomach. Some of the soap, the most adventurous, makes it all the way down to my thighs and the little valley in between, bubbles clinging bit by bit to the little triangle of dark hair there. I turn on the shower to rinse and the cold air and warm water create tingles up and down my back and I shiver. That ache I feel for you, for your body grows, that excitement I feel to have your hard cock buried inside me stirs in my belly and again I shiver, but not because I'm cold this time. Stepping from the bath I wrap my hair in a towel and let the water drip from my body, then I start massaging my skin with scented oil, pressing and pulling, sitting on the edge of the tub I lift one leg and then another massaging the calves and up to the thighs, thinking of you. Imagining you standing in front of me, naked and with your hands in my hair as I lean against your groin smelling your scent and grasping your balls in my hands with a tender pull. I massage my belly and run my hands up and over my hips and around my breasts pulling and kneading them. I stand and walk to the sink to brush my teeth, apply deodorant, and then a scented oil to my hair. I love the feeling of your hands in my hair. I know I tell you that, it's just so true. I want it to be silk in your grip, I want you to think of the aroma when you lie down to sleep. Everything in the ritual is about softness, about pleasing the senses and I take special care to make sure everything is as good as it can be and I think of you. I think of ways I want you to take me as I apply my make up. I think of you bending me over the bed and playing with my ass as I blow dry my hair. I pick a pair of panties and sometimes a bra, I walk around my bedroom straightening and making the bed, picturing you lying there, I sometimes picture me tying you to the posts and making you crazy with wanting me, until you feel that you would explode unless I fuck you right then. I imagine you on your back with your hips open to me, I imagine you on your knees burying your cock down into my throat as your eyes roll back into your head and your brain stops working for a split second, I sometimes live for those split seconds. I'm sitting now on the edge of the bed partially dressed brushing my long hair, at this point I can't wait to see you and I look at the clock, an hour or maybe just thirty minutes, either way it's an eternity. I lie back into the pillows and reach inside those panties, wetness greets my middle finger and I plunge it inside me thinking of you. I'm tempted to masturbate, but I want you, it's all for you and I wait, with a gripping, painful yearning inside. I want you, I want you. Slipping into my clothes and my shoes I spritz on my favorite perfume, fifteen minutes left. The ritual is over and the pacing begins. I know I seem nonchalant when you walk through the door, as if I've been casually awaiting your arrival. It's an act you know. There is a beast within me that yearns to be satisfied by you. Touch me, kiss me, hold me, take me to bed and rip off the clothes that were only put on minutes before. Press your weight on top of me, tell me you've been waiting all day, tell me you love me, feel the softness of my hair, the dewy freshness of my skin, the moistness of my fragrant pussy and revel in the body that has been prepared for you, for this moment.