Anticipation
Anticipation By dirtydiva26, April 2008Darkness surrounds me as I lay on my bed waiting with intrepid anticipation. Listening for the sounds of the door lock turning. Listening for the sound of foot steps. Trying to sense the smell of His aftershave. I wait. I yearn. Anticipation. I moan, I wriggle, struggling for freedom from the silky ropes that bind me to the bed. My legs spread and tied tightly to the cold metal bed frame. The ropes between my thighs resting against my lips grow moist....