What’s the hold up?

Stripped, I wait with eager anticipation. Kept in the dark, waiting. Waiting for light. Waiting for warmth. Waiting for joy. Waiting for warm fingers to glide over me. Posing me just right.  Waiting for those noises of approval.  That make me blush. Waiting for energy to surge through me. Remembering that kaleidoscope glow. Remembering thatContinue reading “What’s the hold up?”