***Nervous***
I'm coming to see you. Leave the light on for me.
As I stand in front of your door I am so nervous. I can feel myself shaking, unsure if it's from the thought of you finally touching me or the sudden drop of temperature. I'm wearing that black dress I told you about. Remember that day we phone shopped? I stood in the aisles of Anne Taylor's and requested your presence, although all I could have was the sound of your voice. I described every piece of lingerie, every silk dress, every thing that I hoped would get your approval. You loved this dress. I hope you love it even more wrapped around my voluptuous curves. I hope you love it on me. I hope you love it off me. I hope you love me. I am so nervous.
I've been thinking about making love to you all night. I'm standing here in your doorway feeling like a virgin, like I've never been touched by a man before. I feel myself clamming up and wonder what is happening to me. Why am I so afraid of this? I'm not afraid of you, I'm afraid of letting myself go. I don't want to reveal so much so soon. You'll see me naked, you'll experience my vulnerability, you'll ignite a fire within me that I know will burn away all common sense and self control. I'm thinking crazy. My own fear is turning me on. I imagine you are used to a little hesitance, I imagine you are capable of handling it. I feel my inhibitions slowly melting away as I stand here in this black dress, nervous, needing to be touched by you.
Are you ready for me? Did you prepare for me? I wonder what you are wearing. I wonder if it's also black. I wonder how your skin will look under this light, how it'll look in a room filled with darkness. I wonder if you're wearing the cologne I sent you a month ago. I wonder how your skin will feel against my tongue. I wonder how it tastes. I wonder how many times I can make you cum, for how long, at what intensity. I wonder how that tastes too. I wonder why I'm so nervous to find out. I wonder how much faster my heart can beat before it tires then stops completely. I wonder if you sense that I'm standing outside your door..wondering. I wonder if you're on the other side of that door, standing and wondering.
I must admit that being so close to you, yet so far is so damn exciting. Not knowing what awaits me on the other side. How you'll receive me, if you'll accept me. If you'll embrace me as soon as our eyes meet or if you're just as nervous as I am. Maybe you'll be cool, invite me in, offer me a drink, take my hand and sit me down on your newly upholstered love seat. Maybe you'll give me the friendly tour of your place. Maybe you'll start some idle chatter about nothing at all. Maybe you'll serenade me with soulful sounds, maybe seduce me with Maxwell. Maybe you'll show me your latest collection of art, maybe show me family pictures. Maybe you'll introduce me to a younger, more innocent you. Maybe you'll excuse yourself to the little boy's room to sprinkle cold water on your face and look at your nervous yet anxious reflection in the mirror. Maybe you'll take the political approach, offer me your views of current events, ask mine.....or maybe you'll lead me to your bedroom, peel off this black dress and watch as shadows from a candle's flames dance across my naked skin. Maybe you're not into formalities or games. Maybe you're ready to touch me the way I need to be touched.
As I stand here with thoughts swimming in my mind, my knees buckling, my feet aching, I conjure up the courage to present myself to you. Dressed provocatively, speechless, nervous, palms sweaty, still trembling, pussy wet, insides tingling, nervous yet oh so curious. I need to do this. It's been too long, too many months, weeks, days, hours, minutes...too much time wasted standing at your doorstep. I am ready. Maybe I should just go home. No, I deserve this. I deserve you. I am so in love with you and that's what scares me. You got me so open. You have a usually confident woman feeling so very shy and I have no idea why. I have no understanding of this. I wonder if when I finally knock, when you finally appear, will I hold my head down or look you in the eyes. I'm so fucking nervous but I'm ready.
And just then, to my surprise, the door slowly opens.......
As I stand in front of your door I am so nervous. I can feel myself shaking, unsure if it's from the thought of you finally touching me or the sudden drop of temperature. I'm wearing that black dress I told you about. Remember that day we phone shopped? I stood in the aisles of Anne Taylor's and requested your presence, although all I could have was the sound of your voice. I described every piece of lingerie, every silk dress, every thing that I hoped would get your approval. You loved this dress. I hope you love it even more wrapped around my voluptuous curves. I hope you love it on me. I hope you love it off me. I hope you love me. I am so nervous.
I've been thinking about making love to you all night. I'm standing here in your doorway feeling like a virgin, like I've never been touched by a man before. I feel myself clamming up and wonder what is happening to me. Why am I so afraid of this? I'm not afraid of you, I'm afraid of letting myself go. I don't want to reveal so much so soon. You'll see me naked, you'll experience my vulnerability, you'll ignite a fire within me that I know will burn away all common sense and self control. I'm thinking crazy. My own fear is turning me on. I imagine you are used to a little hesitance, I imagine you are capable of handling it. I feel my inhibitions slowly melting away as I stand here in this black dress, nervous, needing to be touched by you.
Are you ready for me? Did you prepare for me? I wonder what you are wearing. I wonder if it's also black. I wonder how your skin will look under this light, how it'll look in a room filled with darkness. I wonder if you're wearing the cologne I sent you a month ago. I wonder how your skin will feel against my tongue. I wonder how it tastes. I wonder how many times I can make you cum, for how long, at what intensity. I wonder how that tastes too. I wonder why I'm so nervous to find out. I wonder how much faster my heart can beat before it tires then stops completely. I wonder if you sense that I'm standing outside your door..wondering. I wonder if you're on the other side of that door, standing and wondering.
I must admit that being so close to you, yet so far is so damn exciting. Not knowing what awaits me on the other side. How you'll receive me, if you'll accept me. If you'll embrace me as soon as our eyes meet or if you're just as nervous as I am. Maybe you'll be cool, invite me in, offer me a drink, take my hand and sit me down on your newly upholstered love seat. Maybe you'll give me the friendly tour of your place. Maybe you'll start some idle chatter about nothing at all. Maybe you'll serenade me with soulful sounds, maybe seduce me with Maxwell. Maybe you'll show me your latest collection of art, maybe show me family pictures. Maybe you'll introduce me to a younger, more innocent you. Maybe you'll excuse yourself to the little boy's room to sprinkle cold water on your face and look at your nervous yet anxious reflection in the mirror. Maybe you'll take the political approach, offer me your views of current events, ask mine.....or maybe you'll lead me to your bedroom, peel off this black dress and watch as shadows from a candle's flames dance across my naked skin. Maybe you're not into formalities or games. Maybe you're ready to touch me the way I need to be touched.
As I stand here with thoughts swimming in my mind, my knees buckling, my feet aching, I conjure up the courage to present myself to you. Dressed provocatively, speechless, nervous, palms sweaty, still trembling, pussy wet, insides tingling, nervous yet oh so curious. I need to do this. It's been too long, too many months, weeks, days, hours, minutes...too much time wasted standing at your doorstep. I am ready. Maybe I should just go home. No, I deserve this. I deserve you. I am so in love with you and that's what scares me. You got me so open. You have a usually confident woman feeling so very shy and I have no idea why. I have no understanding of this. I wonder if when I finally knock, when you finally appear, will I hold my head down or look you in the eyes. I'm so fucking nervous but I'm ready.
And just then, to my surprise, the door slowly opens.......
posted by ahlam at 11:58 PM
3 Comments:
....and what? Tell me what happens next, girl!
Use your imagination. I KNOW you can think of a few things. Let's see, what would you do if you were behind that door?
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