The Game
My Precious Sweetness,
I know things between us have not been that great lately, and for that I am pained from the deepest recesses of my heart and soul. Both of us have been far too involved in our work and it seems the stress of it all has caused us to forget to make or take the time to enjoy each other. And I know that there is really no doubt about how very much we do enjoy each other. My precious blossom, since that first magical moment when our lips so tenderly and vulnerable touched, since that instant when I first inhaled the soft scent of your breath, my fervor and allurement to you has only increased daily in its intensity.
However, I know that the frequency and impulsiveness of the displays of sparks of tenderness and intimacy which we shared when we'd first met have dwindled and that's been bothering you, and, although I at times have difficulty expressing it, it has bothered me as well my darling. Could we have imagined back in the first months of our budding affair, back when our afternoon trysts would last through the night and the rising sun would call us back to reality, back when our whispers of affection were frequent and possessed intensity enough to nearly cause climax by themselves, back when the mere mention of your name caused my pulse to quicken and a smile to cross my lips as lustful images painted and sang as they danced through my mind, could we ever have imagined then that we would now be suffering from that affliction so agonizingly known as 'lesbian death bed'. But, my sweet precious adored diamond, this letter is not to explore the "how's" or "why's" of our situation but to offer a possible solution.
I would like to share with you and propose an idea that I believe will help to rekindle the smoldering embers and re-flare the flames of our relationship. If you agree with the following, then you simply need to follow the simple directions, however, if you think the idea is silly, then I respect that and no more need be said about it.
I have read that a prominent relationship therapist advises couples to develop and participate in a "secret" role-playing game to bring the thrill and excitement back into the relationship. There are many reasons why this works. First, the sense of keeping the secret - why do you think so many affairs between people who are married people or otherwise "taken" are "successful"? There's impassioned power in being involved in a wicked secret and of participating in something you "should not be doing" and getting away with it. It is an emotional stimulant, sucking the juices of the forbidden fruit if you will.
Second, through the role playing, each person is able to "act" out fantasies, to project desires or characteristics that they would like to possess or be, but are inhibited to express in real life. During these games, as long as neither of us does anything to hurt the other, there will be absolutely no judgments passed nor will there be any questions asked. You and I are absolutely and totally free to say, do, or act in any way imaginable that excites and stimulates us. When we are playing "the game" my savory succulent, there are no barriers, there are no walls, there is nothing but the goal of sharing, giving and taking of pleasure.
I'm sure there are many other reasons why this "therapy" works but I can't say I understand them all, all I can say is that I would like to try it ,,,with you.
Here is what I propose.
On occasion, I will send to you a "notification" that you are to have "company" that evening. This could be a delivery person, an electrician, carpenter, policewoman, the character will change each time. There is nothing you need to do for this game, except to be ready for "your company" as will be clearly described in your notification.
If you choose to play this game, consider this your first notification.
Tonight, at precisely 9pm, you are to unlock the door in the back which leads to the basement. Light 12 candles of various sizes and shapes and place them around our bedroom. Put the CD that I attached this letter to, entitled "Moonlight Jazz" in the player on 'repeat.'
Then, my sweet darling lover, you are to get into bed.
Naked.
Blindfolded.
A "florist" will visit you tonight.
There are only 2 rules to the game. Number one: you must never mention this to anyone, ever. Even me. That will completely burst the fantasy bubble and totally take away the strength and intensity of what we will be experiencing. The second is that during the episode, you are not to talk, nor expect me to. We will both be completely lost in a world of sensations that has no need for words.
If you agree to the above, leave the front light on tonight. I will take it as your indication that you are willing to help me save our relationship and your agreement to play by the rules of the game, and I will prepare for our first encounter. If you do not wish to participate, or you feel our relationship is damaged beyond repair, then I understand. Simply throw this away. But please don't embarrass me by expecting me to talk about it. At least I made an effort.
I look forward to your response with anticipatory pleasure as do I look forward to the most intimate and erotic evening of our relationship.
Adoringly yours,
O.
The Visit
My Precious Sweetness,
I lie in our bed, still weak and flushed from the thrills of last nights activities, certain that the hours we spent together were an example, a glimmer, a gift to us of heaven here on earth. You, my blissful one, took me to a different plane, a higher level of consciousness; I swear that during those hours of ecstatic love making I was no longer terrestrial. Both spiritually and physically I was taken to another place that was ethereal and surreal; the sensations still linger with me this morning. And, somehow, I sense they shall linger with me forever, for I believe that once you have been there, experienced what we experienced last night together, that the depth of the spiritual encounter does not leave you. I believe that last night, my darling beautiful lover, you changed me forever, for eternity and for that I can only begin to thank you.
Although I am sure that you experienced many of the same phenomenon's that I did, I want to attempt (although admittedly mere words can only begin to scratch the tip of the emotional and physical iceberg of the miraculous experience) to share with you what the sensations were like for me during last nights wondrous encounter.
The magnitude of the intensity really began in those moments as I lay in our bed waiting for you. Of course throughout the afternoon there were the tingles of anticipation, of excitement; I wondered as I shopped for the candles what the upcoming evening would bring, but the potent stimulation's began as I lay there in the bed.
I had lit the twelve candles as you'd instructed in your note.
The flames brightly fluttered around the room and as if they
played while they awaited your arrival, they tossed shadows
back and forth between themselves. Of course their pleasing
fragrance soon permeated the room and this in itself caused
my spirit to begin, at that point unbeknownst to me, what was
to become the beginning of the most incredible journey.
I blindfolded myself, using the red scarf that you'd given me last year as a present. It amazed me how soft the silk was as I tied it around my head, plunging me into a world of total blackness, as if I'd never truly felt this material before.
I slipped between the sheets and lay on my back and waited for you. As I lay there the sensations that traveled through me were many and varied. The sounds were the first sensations that I focused on. Soft music pierced the dark silence; I could almost see the notes as they drifted in the darkness. The only other sounds were those of my own breathing, which noticeably slowed as the moments floated by, and an occasional crackle of a candle's flame. As my lungs slowly enlarged, the aroma that seeped from the candles and flavored the air slipped through my nostrils and gently massaged me from the inside out.
I suppose it is because of the total blackness and void of the visual that my skin felt so acutely the weight of the sheets. Each tiny movement, even the almost imperceptible movement of my chest as I breathed, was magnified. Every nerve fiber which ends upon my skin was busy flooding feedback to my brain.
So there I lay, quiet, dark, still... and I waited. Time slowly traveling until I heard the doorknob to our bedroom slowly and deliberately turn, then the door creaked ever so slightly as it opened then closed; the thud as it was returned to it's shut position acting as an exclamation point of sorts.
By now my heart rate and breathing had begun to increase. My thoughts raced. "Was it you? Of course it was, this I knew, but what if...?" I felt silly even entertaining the thought that it might not be but I was so vulnerable and I will admit the slightest bit afraid, although I cannot say why.
Then there was the silence. I know it probably was only seconds but my mind was so amazingly busy thinking, wondering, that it seemed like an eternity. I heard nothing. But I felt your presence. That moment, my love, was the beginning of the spiritualness of the evening. At that moment when I sensed you, it was as if there was something connecting us that was not physical; it was as if I 'read' you, 'heard' you, 'felt' you, but those sensations were not corporeal. The intensity of this realization both frightened and excited me.
My nipples begin their involuntary enlargement.
I knew you stood over me, looking at me and a thin tremble ran through my body. I wanted to talk, I wanted to reach up and hold you and it took every ounce of discipline to lay still, as you'd instructed in your note, and wait for you to make your move.
I waited.
Then you began.
The sheets, as if pulled by some ghostly, invisible hand, were gently lifted and pulled from my body, toward the foot of the bed. I lay completely naked and exposed. My body quivered although not from cold.
Then I felt it. Something drifted across my face. Something so soft that I could not imagine what it was; it was almost too light to be tangible. Then another, upon my neck, then another, something fell onto my chest, my stomach. Soon these hushed touches were falling completely all over my body and deep in the darkness my eyes saw pastel colors; soft yellows, pinks, blues, greens, as if only colors themselves were falling upon me.
Then red. Reds! A mixture of bright reds and deep burgundy reds flashed before my eyes and at that exact moment the familiar scent of rose penetrated my nostrils.
Rose petals. The soft sensations were of rose petals being dropped onto me. More and more they fell until layer upon layer of their silkiness covered my skin. Darling, my arousal was increasing in leaps and bounds. How at that very moment I wanted you to hold me, wildly kiss me, touch me. My body had already begun to scream to my mind what it wanted, what it needed and I wanted to scream the same to you. And, in preparation to satisfy my lusty thirst, my juices had begun to flow.
But you had only just begun and were not about to extinguish my desires so quickly or easily.
As I lay there beneath the lush layer of the fragrant petals I then felt the next sensation.
Your warm hands barely brushed against me as you placed something on each side of my neck, my arms, my sides, my hips, the inside and outside of my thighs and finally my legs. At first I was confused as to what you were doing, then when I moved just the tiniest bit and felt the soft pricks, I realized. My body was lined with roses. I dared not move and the thought that I was virtually "frozen" in this position stirred me even more. You had captured me without any bonds and I now lay fully exposed to you, completely helpless before you. I was so aroused! I wanted you to take me then and there; my mind was screaming "Yes! You have done your job all too well. I am excited beyond belief, beyond words, beyond what is humanly possible, make love to me now my sweet precious."
But instead, I lay still, only my increased breathing betrayed the changes occurring inside of me.
My face was now being lightly touched by what felt as a thick brush, but soon I realized it was a velvety rose. As if an artist, you painted me with the thick, voluptuous fragrant flower; traveling over my eyes, my cheeks and when it lingered upon my lips, they parted and my mouth opened. I wanted to kiss it. I wanted to suck it, bite it, as if it were a lover coming to me, as if it were you, I wanted my tongue to make love to it. Oh how I hungered.
You were not so kind to allow me such pleasure yet though. The rose left my mouth and continued its sketching onto my chest, tickling my nipples, then my stomach, caressing my thighs until, as the soft power-like puff paused in the damp warmth between my legs.
Gentle moans were by now leaving my throat. My hips, involuntarily moving upwards, expressing to you my desire for more. But once again, you were not ready to acquiesce to my appetite.
As the softness left my mound; the sensation was replaced by a thin scratching which slid down the side of my temple. No, it did not hurt. The sharp pricking sensation began at the side of my temple and ever so slowly traced its way down my throat, along my curves of my bony clavicles toward my breasts. You were caressing my body with a rose thorn, this I knew. I only wish I could've been an observer and watched your face as you stood over me and slowly ran the barb down my body.
When you reached my breasts, you lingered, toying with them, the thorn scratched as it traced around the large dark circles, then over the tops of my by now fully erect nipples. My body convulsed. I couldn't move side to side or the roses that pressed against me would stick into my skin, so I began to move up and down in the bed.
You were not ready to be benevolent and abolish my pleasant discomfort and continued to torment me, traveling the rose thorn down the center of my body toward my hips. Playing with me, toying with me, you ran it down the outside of my legs, then up the inside of my thighs, back down toward my feet, along the bottoms of the soles, then back up the insides of my thighs once again - until finally, erotically drawing it between my two swollen, moist lips.
That moment. That sensation was nearly enough to send me completely out of reality and drop me into the depths of the fantasy world you had lead me to.
I gasped loud and hard and murmured "baby!..." and you placed one warm finger against my lips to remind me not to speak.
Oh such sweet torture. My brain by now was crazed with internal dialogue.
"Take me NOW!" it screamed, "satisfy me, give me what I desperately need and want."
Finally, had it been days or weeks since you'd began to torment me? Finally you found the kindness in your heart to satisfy me and I nearly burst into tears when I felt the incredible sensation of your warm, wet, lips encircle my nipples. The first contact was soft, testing, but within seconds the pressure increased and your hunger became apparent. You wanted as much as I did I was sure.
I still dare not move side to side, but arched my back and rose off the bed to meet your gratifying mouth. Your lips and tongue danced wildly and passionately over my breasts, pulling my nipples deep into your hot mouth.
Then I experienced the angelic sensation of your finger as it slid between and parted my drenched lips. As your mouth massaged my nipples, your palm and fingers began the love rhythm between my legs. My darling lover, as if spiritually guided, you knew exactly how and where to touch, the pressure, the movement, the intensity, the rhythm, inside, outside, as if you could read my mind, as if your hand were mine, as if, as if....
I came.
I came hard. I came powerfully. I screamed and jumped off the bed grabbing onto you, your name and Gods pierced the blackness and I laughed and cried at the same time not caring that rose thorns pricked and stuck to the sides of me.
That was the moment, my darling precious sweetness, that I left earth and visited heaven. For those few seconds, I was gone, I was there, this I know for certain.
And when I returned to human consciousness, you my love, were holding me, kissing me, talking to me. You picked up the roses and tossed them to the floor, then untied my blindfold.
Baby. After being with you for all these years, when I first saw your face last night after that experience, it was as if a layer had been removed and I really "saw" you for the first time. I know you may not believe me but you had a soft white glow that covered and surrounded you. Last night, my darling cherub, I saw you as the angel you truly are.
And as we rolled around the bed, covered in rose petals which stuck to our damp skin, kissing, laughing, continuing to love one another for hours and hours, it was as
if each second that passed I became more of you and you became more of me and although I'd often heard lovers and poets talk about "two being one", that is exactly
what happened to us during those enchanting hours last night.
My sweet darling, as I have written this to you, I have traveled back in time and
relived the experience. I will now gather all the strength in my body to walk to the mailbox and mail this to you, then I must return to bed and visit sleep again for
I am exhausted.
Thank you for saving our relationship and for being in my life. There is
no doubt in my mind that you and I have spent too numerous to count
past lifetimes together, shall be together for the duration of this
lifetime and shall spend our future lifetimes clutched in each
other's grasp.
Hurry home to me my love, for now, when you
are gone from me, part of me is gone from me.
Spiritually and Eternally yours
O.
