Over on her blog a few days ago, Hermione posted the beginning of a fantasy and challenged her readers to finish it off. I took the liberty of swapping positions and so here is the original beginning reprinted from the opposite point of view:
"We are getting dressed for a big night out and I look incredible. As we admire each other from head to toe you notice a silk tie draped over the doorknob behind me and get a very naughty idea (aren't those the best kinds?). You pick up the tie then lead me to a chair. Gently you lower me onto it and…"
There was no sound beside the whisper of silk as you fastened the tie over my eyes, rendering me deliciously isolated. My ears strained trying to fill the void of sense that my now blinded eyes had created but there was only the beating of my heart, the soft whoosh of my breath.
A moment passed, stretched to eternity in my mind as I could only wait, only wonder, only desire and fear what was to come.
A hand on my shoulder. Tracing down my arms to bind my wrists.
A finger pressed firmly to my lips. Demanding silence.
A cool gentle breeze teasing my skin as I am slowly and thoroughly disrobed. All of my careful preparations for the evening discarded in a pile on the floor.
The sharp shocking pain as your fingers capture my nipples followed so closely by the lovely teasing warmth of your mouth that I almost believe the former had been a dream.
Sweet languid sensations.
Hard demanding hands.
And always pleasure. So much that my body aches with it, silently begging for more even as I'm sure that there can be no more or I will simply fall apart.
Giving and taking all that I have, all that I can until there is only one thing left to give. Until the world shatters in bright and brilliant light behind the blinding silk. My breath catching until my lungs ache for air and then exploding in my chest.
Silence still. Filling the space between us as no sound, no words, ever could.
Hands, only gentle now, caress before sliding down to release my bonds and lastly, slowly, up to unfasten the silk across my eyes.
A wry chuckle sneaks into your voice even as I struggle to find my own. Breaking the silence you whisper "Now you've made us late. You'll pay for that later, my dear.”
I can't wait.
If you'd like to read the other responses or, even better, propose your own ending please visit Hermione’s Heart.
P.S. I know I've been quiet here for a while, but expect to see more of me from now on!