harder; softer; slower; faster
Eventually the curiosity got the better of her and she asked what was in the paper bag. She had resisted the temptation for a while but we both know she likes my gifts. I reached down and lifted the bag by its handles and set it on the table; reaching inside, I pulled out a box wrapped with a red paper and accented with a white bow. I moved the bag off the table and placed the gift beside the bottle of wine we had opened earlier.The light from the small candle reflected off the paper as she reached for it; she silently mouthed thank you. I encouraged her to open it as I reached for my wine and sat back to watch.
Disregarding my encouragement she studied the bow, the tight corners of the wrapping and the seams; her eyes tightened ever so slightly with curiosity. I watched her bring her glass to her lips, hesitate for a moment, and then take a sip. Setting the glass back down and leaving another soft lipstick impression, she reached for the package. She methodically removed the bow and with great concentration removed the tape without ripping the paper; there was a grace in her methodical approach. With the paper carefully folded on the table, she opened the box and pulled out an hourglass with black sand. She inspected it carefully with bright eyes and waited for an explanation.
“It’s for a game we can play. It’s called harder, softer, slower, faster. The game starts when you flip the hourglass.”
Her eyes shifted from the hourglass, and as she started to smile, she whispered, “Go on.”
“Well; you would be in a very comfortable position with only your favourite panties on surrounded and propped up with all those pillows you seem to like; you can even have a glass of wine in hand. You can only say four words until the sands run out; harder; softer; slower; faster”.
There was a hint of anxiousness as she raised the glass to her mouth and whispered, “Please continue.”
“For my part, I would start with a simple kiss on your lips and then slowly and methodically make my way over your breasts, your stomach and would part your legs every so gently until my tongue gently caressed your pussy through the fabric of your panties. I would slowly make my way around your panties and eventually remove them until there was nothing between my tongue and your clit. With only those words to guide me and a desire to pleasure you, I would have my way”.
When I looked at her, she was staring at me with glass in hand and said, “That’s a fucking great game; we should try out my new hourglass”
She stood up, picked up the hourglass and moved to the bedroom motioning me to follow. As I stood, I realized there was also a symbolism in the hourglass; I knew it was soon time for her to find her way, and sadly, knew her way would not include me.
Until that day, I would enjoy savouring her taste with hopes she remembers me with fondness.
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