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It was some time later, I couldn't have said how long. Ten minutes? A half hour? It felt more like a half hour. Georgia asked, "What's it like to be tied up? What do you like about it?"

"It's intense," I said. "But it can be bad."

"Bad?"

"If she's there for different reasons than I am."

"Oh." The word was clipped.

"She needs to be there for both of us," I went on. "It needs to be about both of us getting what we want. So we have to want the same things, just opposite sides."

"I'm not sure I understand."

"It'll ruin the mood if I explain."

"Then I'll continue to caress you, and we'll get the mood back. I think this is important."

I nodded. "I've been with women who are there to take out their frustrations."

"Frustrations?"

"They're mad at the world and looking to exercise their own demons."

"That doesn't sound good."

"When I'm not in a position to stop her? No, it's not good."

"That's why you freaked out earlier," Georgia said in a soft voice. "Sable, I'd never-"

"I like feeling vulnerable. I like feeling like I have her full attention. I like knowing I can completely let go, and she'll take care of me. It sounds selfish, but when it's the right woman, she also gets what she needs." I laughed. "There are quite a few ways to take pleasure from someone who can't move more than her tongue."

Georgia laughed more heartily. "I imagine there are."

We talked. And maybe the caressing had only been for ten minutes, but the talk went on for hours. We shifted position a few times, only to prevent growing stiff, but we spent the entire time cuddled together.

Finally I asked her, "In your fantasies, does it give you more pleasure if you tell me to put on the blindfold, and I do. Or if I am still while you do it?"

Her hands grew still, although she clutched me tightly. "I think I like both," she whispered.

"Then maybe you should pick one."

There was a moment's hesitation, then she said, "Sit up." She helped me to a seated position. "Keep your eyes closed, Sable. Hands in your lap."

And so I sat quietly as she rustled around, finding the discarded silk. I sat quietly as she wrapped it around my eyes, although my lips parted, and my breathing grew shallow. But when she tied it, I said, "It should be tighter. We don't want it to fall off. It's impossible to make a scarf absolutely secure, but it should be tighter."

And so she adjusted it. And then she caressed my face before gently kissing me. She climbed into my lap, straddling me and kissing me again.

"God, you look hot like that."

"What do you want now, Georgia? What do you most want, right now?"

"I want to take you to my bed. I want to tie you until you can't escape. And then I want to tease you with sweet, seductive touches until you beg to be taken."

I smiled and didn't say a word. But when she climbed from my lap and collected my hands, I let her lead me wherever she wanted.

A writer by avocation, Robin has a renaissance interest in many areas. A bit of a gypsy, Robin has called a few places home and has traveled widely. A love of the outdoors, animals in general and experimenting with world cuisines, Robin and partner share their home with a menagerie of pets and guests, although sometimes it is difficult to discern who is whom.

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