Sweater
By Gray Lily | November 8, 2009
(This is the morning before the poker game. I’m playing fast and loose with the chronology here but there is a reason.)
“You really do have a lot of books,” Ryan said. He had made his way from my living room to the dining room where most of my books live.
“Yes. I collect them,” I said as I handed him a glass of water. He’d requested it quite naturally within a minute or two of arriving. Looking back now I realize he was probably doing it to set me at ease and give me something to do and also to clarify our dynamic. I was being quiet and shy, unused to someone new in my house and especially unsure how to act because I knew why he was there. He was taking over and reminding me that he was in charge.
“I remember you mentioned that,” he replied, looking carefully at the shelves reaching almost to the ceiling. “I’m just trying to get a sense of what you read, what kind of person you are.”
I explained my organizational system to him - mysteries, children’s books, favorites, non-fiction - and watched his reaction.
“No relationship books,” he commented. I smiled and pointed.
“Those are over there on the windowsill, or upstairs in my room,” I said.
“I was going to say. Every woman has at least one relationship book somewhere,” he said with a smile.
“The ones upstairs are by my bed, along with the ‘grown-up’ books,” I explained.
Satisfied that he had put me somewhat at ease with service and conversation he turned from the books.
“So where would you like to do this today?” he asked, rubbing his hands together. I wasn’t sure if it was from nerves or the chill in the air. I pulled my sweater closer over my shoulders and shrugged.
“I’m not really sure. I have the couch and my room. It’s pretty much up to you,” I said.
Then I took the bull by the horns and turned to the stairs. Every man who has gone up those stairs with me has ended up naked in my bed at some point. I have never invited a man into my bedroom without admitting to myself that I would fuck him were the opportunity to arise and so far it always has. Being in my private space is too intimate a disclosure, too much of a revelation of my soul and my character, to then turn around and bar a man from having my body when he already has my mind.
Ryan followed me quietly, probably as anxious as I was to get past this awkwardness, certainly aware of the line that was being dissolved.
“I think this will be fine,” he said after he looked around. We chatted about my ‘grown up’ books a bit, I teased him by not telling him where my toys are kept, and he fetched his own implements. I followed him to bring my phone upstairs, claiming the excuse of needing to be available if my ex called about the children. In truth there was no way I was going to be alone with Ryan without my phone close at hand. I’m a risk-taker but I’m not an idiot.
“Alright then,” Ryan said after he set his implements aside and draped his coat over the footboard. “You can start by taking your sweater off.”
Topics: Ryan, home, spanking |
November 8th, 2009 at 3:55 pm
I dont know if I like where this going, but DAMN! You do weave the best sex stories…
November 9th, 2009 at 3:18 am
Gray Lily, it seems that you are well along the path of making your mind up about Ryan.
I do hope that this works for you.
Love and warm hugs,
Paul.