EVEREST - Correspondence from older dominant ladies most welcome
Sometime in my dream's future
I kneel before you.
Your complexion betrays the crimson of your thoughts - your growing excitement.
Your finger moves the hem of your dress.
You indicate the point where I must begin the slow climb - from the lowlands of obedience to the summit of your bliss.
Inch by delicious inch, I have learnt the subtle rhythms of your pleasure - how to tantalise, to pluck the string and find its singing harmonic.
Now quickly, now slowly;
I have learnt way so well; the road that leads to your sacred house, and to stop, an inch from the door that soon will open up and let loose the cascade of heaven.
You are almost there - almost –
But if I pause, for just a moment,
then, when I return, the floodwaters will crave more urgently their release.
And so I wait - for just a breath.
Then, when I finally return, and knock once more upon your door, you open up - and spill the cream of pleasure with a scream.