Intimate by Jason Luke Page A

for you to feel completely uninhibited – maybe even a little reckless. Remember how you used to be before life and all its responsibilities started beating you down, stealing your time? Well this is our special time together, and I want you to shut out the rest of life’s madness and spend the evening with me.
    Just me.
    Connecting intimately.
    Glide your fingers gently over your body for me. Don’t rush. Take your time. Make it one of those casual caresses where your touch lingers deliciously. You can imagine they’re my hands if you like, or maybe the hands of a lover, boyfriend or husband. The main thing is to set the mood between us and to establish the bond of understanding we have. If I’m going to be honest and share my stories with you, then I need you to be honest with me in your reactions.
    Feel free to touch yourself if the stories arouse you. No one is in the room apart from you and me – and I won’t tell. In fact, it would be nice to watch you. It would be arousing to see you with your eyes closed, listening to my stories while your fingers caress your body and to hear those soft seductive sounds you make when you’re turned on.
    Let yourself go. I know this might not be normal, but neither is this conversation we’re having, right? Shed your reserve, let go of any inhibitions. This evening will only work for both of us if you surrender yourself to your feelings and emotions – the sensual ones. Let yourself be taken away and forget about feeling awkward. I don’t want to see the woman you show the rest of the world. I want to see the real you – that private erotic piece of your soul that you keep secret. Show me that woman tonight – the real you. Let your hair down and be yourself.
    Really. Take a deep breath and let it all go.
    I want to spend an hour or two alone with you, in the intimate darkness, and I want you to be a woman. That’s what you want too, right? You want to feel like you’re a woman for a few hours – not a mom, not a sister or a wife. You want something secret and sexy that is yours alone – a private fantasy place you can escape to in your mind where the rest of the world falls away and it’s just you and me, talking.
    I’m not going to raise my voice. This isn’t some kind of theatre performance that relies on stage effects or lighting.
    This is raw and it’s real.
    And it’s intimate. Just you. And me.
    Tonight I’ll whisper to you, I’ll talk like it’s just you and me alone together speaking in the hushed tones that lovers do, if you like. And I’ll be patient. I’m in no hurry. I’m grateful for the time you can give me, and I want to spend this time alone with you. Together, we can pass a few pleasant hours in each other’s company and no one need ever know that I was here with you now. I won’t tell anyone. Will you?
    No. Tonight it’s just you and me, alone, together in your special place with the lights down low and the world left far, far behind.
    It’s like a sexy date; an erotic encounter at a secret location that only you and I know about.
    Are you relaxed?
    Are you comfortable?
    As soon as you’re ready, we can begin.
     
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    I lived the lifestyle of a Master for quite a few years when I was in a long-term relationship with a woman I met in my mid-thirties. Her name was Steffie and she was a tall, slim, dark haired woman who had the body and moves of a dancer.
    Sometimes, I still think about her at night. On occasions, when I cannot sleep, Steffie comes to me during that time just before I dream, and the memories of her are always the same.
    Does that happen to you – or is it just me? Is there someone from your past who comes to you in the quiet, lonely moments? Someone who makes you smile when you think of them, or someone you turn to when you’re mind slips into your private fantasies?
    Yes, fantasy .
    Every woman has a fantasy.
    Some of the women I have known have been wildly imaginative – eager and willing sexual partners