Mondays are wonderful things. They start fresh weeks, all ready to be lived in and to reveal their new story to the world.
Except sometimes Mondays can be a sign that we are about to forget ourselves. We can become all work and forget the rest of ourselves. So I have decided that Monday is about fantasy. Each week I will pick a picture and write about it. If you want to join in, please do.
Have a fantastic week.
I wait. Fresh from the bath, my skin polished and scented, I wait.
I don’t quite know what it is I have done. I think it cannot be very much, but he told me to wait for him and so I wait. I can hear him, elsewhere in the house he stands, pre-occupied and distracted. I imagine him. I imagine his hands, his narrow waist, his taut muscles, his belt. Each thought is a droplet. I slow their flow into my mind.
I turn onto my back. The sheets feel fresh and cool beneath my skin; everything feels new and fresh, like hope with the hint of trepidation that accompanies it. The fingernail of my index finger rests against my teeth, even though he would tell me to remove it from my mouth. I make it click quietly on the enamel, the only sound in the room.
I sigh and turn over onto my front. I know he means for the waiting to be like this. He knows how I feel. He knows that am lying here, wanting him to arrive now, to arrive never. He plays with time like he toys with me.
I feel an urgency, an unrest in the pit of my stomach. It is my beating heart echoing deep into my body. It vibrates through; it pushes the fear from the pit of my stomach down deeper into me where is swells like the tide. It is the secret I keep from him and from myself.
I can’t ask him to come soon. I can only wait. I hear a the door handle turn and I face the door.
Poppy, good morning. :rose :sun :4leaf
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I take your point, I discovered years ago, that at least for me, a leaven of fantasy is a necessity, it can reduce stress and make the unbearable bearable.
I would follow another strand, doing a few chores so that when we come downstairs everything is ready for supper. :happy
I imagine her upstairs, wondering how hard she will be spanked, knowing she is loved. and that it won’t be more than she can bear.
I stand on the other side of the door, anticipating the look on her face as I enter—-
Have a good Monday. :rose :rose :4leaf :4leaf
Love and warm hugs, :love
Paul
Very excellent, Poppy – and nice counterpoint, Paul.
There is a bit left unsaid, isn’t there, Poppy. Bathed and scented, you chose a lovely pair of knicker with an enticing blue ribbon as your presentation. Surely, he will forget all his foolish notions when confronted with a woman dressed so provocatively. And so you waited, prepared with your plan of action. Except for one thing, that interminable time. With every click of the clock, there was less woman and more girl waiting. When, finally, the latch turns, what is waiting is you with a woman’s body but a little girl’s mind. Click.
Very sweet. :love
Paul and Nikolai, wonderful opposing (or complimentary ) views, all faces of the same diamond. Lovely. I loved the idea of being more girl with every tick of the clock.
Dev and Lorraine, thank you . :rose I am building up to more adventurous scribbles.
xx
Poppy, you took me through those emotions very well. I felt I was the one waiting there. You write so well. :rose
Thank you, Mindy. It was quite demure compared to some people’s fantasies but a girl has to start slow.
Where do these girls find those panties ? They are so pretty.
Very nice, Poppy. You really have a way of describing the details so I feel like I am with you. :love
Fantasies are like recess for the brain. It helps me unwind (and other things
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That was amazing. And I love what everyone added. Paul and Nikolai, you brought such a *point of view* but exactly right. :love
Poppy, was your bedtime on “school nights” always 10:30, I thought it was 11:00 ?
I am not stirring things up, just wondering.
Very nice Poppy. :love You do have a way with words. I saw everything, all the surroundings and your fingernail, tapping on your teeth. The door knob slowly turning, your anticipation. Very lovely!
Kaki, thank you and my bedtime is 10:30 on ‘school nights’, midnight any other time. Am I the only grown up person in the world to have such a thing?
Scarlet, thank you and I agree about the writings of Paul and Nikolai.
Manda, thank you so much. How kind you are.
Poppy that was wonderful and I loved Paul and Nikolai’s other facets to the diamond.
I have a bedtime too, it’s been relaxed over the last couple of months but I expect I’ll be called on it soon.
Poppy, I don’t have a bedtime as I usually put myself to bed to read in the evenings, and then fall asleep anyway. I do get *sent* to bed though if I am particularly irritable or difficult, or sometimes if I am just blue and Roman sees that I need to rest.
The only time I mind is when I am sent to bed without him after a *chat* when all I really want is to be in his arms, and instead I am alone in the dark. That I hate.
Poppy, a bit late joining in on this one, but very evocative, and enjoyed the Top viewpoints from Paul and Nikolai.
I think my bedtime is about to become rather less flexible, sigh.
Alice, do tell, when will yours be?
I loved the Top input too.