Lady Pandorah’s Sanctuary of Sensuality

~ Well, well my dear cohorts, I thought it was time for me to enter the foray of fiction at last. This is part of a story I have been working on in my head for a while now. It’s based on a little fantasy of mine. I thought I better start with one of the tamer ones to begin with. I’m planning on stretching this out over a few posts. Let me know what you think, I’m all ears. Enjoy x ~                         

A car pulls up on the roadside, a little way from the house. The passenger door opens and a shadowy figure emerges, thanks the driver and walks silently, sleekly up the short drive.

She has arrived fifteen minutes earlier than planned. Purposefully. She knows that he will still be in the shower, and that she has about five minutes to prepare herself. Raising her slender hand, she opens the unlocked front door. No-one else is home and the area is rural enough to feel safe leaving doors unattended like this. Hearing the CD player on full-blast in the bathroom above, she smiles quietly to herself knowing that her lover is unaware of her presence. So with no need to creep around for fear of discovery, she climbs the stairs confident in her pace.

Her slender frame walks along the corridor to the bedroom. His room. Opening the door she inhales the unmistakable scent of man in his own, private environment. It is not unpleasant like that of hormonal teenagers. More musky, earthy and primal. She takes in a breath, becoming heady with its power. Once more she smiles to herself, thinking that her own unique aroma shall fill this space for the remainder of the night, intermingling with his, mirroring the entwining limbs that will occur in the near future.

She is brought back to herself as the music suddenly ceases making her realise she has only a few moments before her man enters his domain, to be confronted with his lady before him. She quickly places her bag of the night’s provisions in a place close at hand should she desire to delve into its contents of binding implements, handcuffs, massage oil and other kinky paraphernalia should she wish to use them depending on the behaviour of her subject. She has dressed specially for this occasion. Wearing her best black peep-toe heels, she had decided earlier in the evening to use this opportunity to show off her new seamed stockings, and boy did they look good with those lines leading up to her thighs and beyond. Ensuring that the lines were straight, she bunched up the coat around her to hide the fact that she was wearing very little indeed underneath.

Placing herself in the middle of the good-sized bedroom, she coyly moved a few strands of her hair over one side of her face, knowing this to be one of her partner’s sizzling points. She heard the bathroom door unlock at the furthest end of the corridor and her man’s footsteps bounding along the way towards her. She saw the handle turn as he came into the room. She saw him stop suddenly as he came to terms with the fact that she was here, waiting for him. She saw him open his mouth to say something, only to stifle it by raising her finger to her lips and move towards him and whisper, ‘Shhh,’ as she looked up from her dark, shadowy eyes at his awestruck face.

‘No need for words just yet, my love. Listen to what I say and don’t question me,’ she said melodiously but with a hint of danger in her voice.

He instantly closed his mouth and replaced his quizzical look with a wry smile and glint in his eyes. The thought of the booked table completely left his thoughts, his mind whizzing with the new possibilities the evening now held.

‘Now, move over to the chair, and sit with your hands behind your back,’ his girl now said to him. A definite switch from the syrupy tone previously to a more directorial one. One he knew from past experience not to dither with the instructions it held.

He walked and sat on the chair as told, eagerly awaiting her next move. 

~ Part Two & Part Three ~