This weekend he shall be mine. I will hold him close, feel his skin on mine, breathe deep his scent.

I will feel his excitement. I will devour him. Loving
every taste
smell
sensation.

I will take him in my hand, mouth and throat. I will hear his gasps and sighs. I will be excited with them.

He will feel the lace of my stockings, the silk of the ribbon, the bone of the lingerie.
The dampness of my lust for him.

And then we will play
With latex and lace
With silk ties
With leather cuffs

I have waited all week with damp and eager loins
It will be a decadently long weekend.