EVOLUTIONS's FOLLIE

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Welcome Home 

You come home from work, the house is dark,when you try to turn on the lights as you walk through the door, nothing turns on.  Wondering if a fuse is blown or the bulb, you close the door and walk toward the kitchen.  As you near, you see a sparkle on the floor.  Bending down you notice what looks like ribbon on the floor, leading out of the kitchen and up the stairs.  Curiosity getting the better of you, you follow the thin line up the stairs and into the bedroom.  In each corner of the room candles are lit, in the background a soft music is playing only loud enough to know it is on.  The door to the master bathroom opens, and I beckon to you.  You are about to ask what brought all of this on when I place a finger to your lips, quieting you.  Turning you around, my hands begin to undress you, stripping off your blouse, then your bra, sliding my fingers into the waist band of your skirt and panties, I slide them to the floor.  As you lift each foot, I slip off your shoes and slide your skirk off fully.  Once you are freed from your clothing I lead you into the bathroom, where a warm bath is waiting.  You step carefully into the bath, sitting down and a slight sigh escapes your throat.  I take a wash cloth, dipping it into the water, and begin to rub your shoulders and neck, the warm water trickling down your shoulders and back.  I ask you to lean back, close your eyes and soak, relaxing your days worries away.  Standing, I tell you I shall return shortly.  About seven minutes go by until I return, asking you to stand, I open the drain, and as the water drains out, I towel you off, making sure that I get every spot so you shall not be chilled.  Once I have you dried, I lead you into the bedroom, and ask you to lie down in the center of the bed with your arms and legs outstretched.  I place cushioned cuffs on each wrist and ankle, making sure that you are held firmly in place.  Leaning over you, a smile upon my face, I kiss you before slipping a blind fold over your eyes. 

Would love to continue this with you....

Standing up, I look down at you, and smile.  You are a lovely sight, arms outstretched, legs wide, trusting in me that nothing shall go wrong.  Sitting on the edge of the bed, I place my finger tips at the base of your neck, my touch is light, almost feather-like.  Starting with small circles, my fingers roam over your collar bone to your shoulders, a light carress moving along your skin, my smile widens as your mouth twitches...does this tickle or is it teasing?  My fingers slide down your arms, past your elbows and over your fore arms.  Circling a few times over your wrists, my fingers then move to your waiste, one hand on each side, feeling your every curve as my hands move up your body, my eyes watching your face for your reactions.  As my hands reach your breasts, they slide under and around, under your arms, over your breasts, my touch lightening as my fingers begin to circle around and up, circling closer to your nipples.  Once there, I take your nipples gently between thumb and finger, softly rolling them, pulling upwards and letting your hardened nipples slip through my fingers.  You feel me shift on the bed, and the next place you my hands touch you are your feet, holding them in my warm hands, gently rubbing, pulling any remaining stress from your body.  After each foot has been massaged, my hands begin to trace the inside of your legs, starting at your ankles, stroking up to the inside of your knees, moving up towards your pelvis, always with a soft, gentle touch.  My hands follow the line of your thighs, following the curve of your upper leg, back down to your knees, down your shin to the top of your foot...  My mind sees all of this, and wonders at your reactions, how your body moves under a light touch, what you are thinking, what your body desires...

Just Continue

Can you see yourself, laid out over my legs, your bare bottom pointing skyward, waiting, wanting, and yes, willing?  The feel of my hand as it slides over your flesh, around each curve, lingering at the dimple at the base of your spine?  The sudden flash of pain as my hand strikes a cheek, holding firm, keeping the rising heat pressed between your flesh and mine?  Alternating between gentle caresses and searing heat as I play with you, all the while holding you firm upon my lap as you wiggle, not to get free, but from the pleasure.  After each cheek is glowing, not a soft pink, as we've passed that, but a hot glaring red, the touch of ice, the water dribbling over you...
The chill that rides over your flesh as the ice melts away causing you to shiver, shiver even through the heat.  Again my hand, this time, my nails, scrape over your cooling skin.  Releasing my other hand from holding you in place to sprinkle a bit of oil onto you.  Oh, the feel of flesh sliding over flesh, the almost ticklishness of it.  Using my hands to cover your hips, thighs and ass, fingers sliding between your legs and up between your cheeks.  Teasing along the surface of your labia and over your anus, feeling you tense as I pass over each.  Working the oil over and into your flesh until naught remains but the residue of heat and...smooth.  Riding high on your reactions, willing myself grounded to enjoy/observe/react to your actions, your voice. 

"I want you to stand up now."

And slowly, carefully, I help you to do just that, to slip from my lap and stand before me.  Do you stand there w/ your head down?  Or do you try to hold my gaze, to show me your delight?

Either way, I stand, moving around behind you, fingers occasionally touching you...

Shy, yet not

Moving through the crowd, I keep an eye out for you.  I know you are in here somewhere, lingering at the fringe of the gyrating mob.  Maybe along the wall, somewhere that offers you a good perch to enjoy the the music and watch all of the bodies moving out on the dance floor.  The lights swirl and dance over the moving bodies creating ghost images and phantoms.  I move up to the balcony to get a better view, and as I climb the steps I catch a glimpse of you in the back corner, at least, I believe it's you.  Keeping an eye in that general direction, I move back down the steps and cut across the dance floor in your direction.  As I come to the edge of the mob I can see you clearly now.  Stopping just for a moment to enjoy the look upon your face, I shift to the right to come up along side of you.  Very carefully I slide my hand along your waiste as I step to you.  Our eyes meet, the smile on my face brings a hint of a grin to your lips that eventually moves to your eyes.  I slip around behind you, my hands going to your hips and leaning into your backside.  I don't want to interrupt your gazing, merely add a bit of the physical.  
    

The dress you are wearing is a lightweight material, thin enough for me to feel your dainty undergarments.  Closing my eyes, I concentrate on the feel of you, of your hips, your sides and...