The Playground

Prolonging the sweetness of the moment…She stood there and let all the delicious feelings sweep over her.  His command of her body was complete.  With the fleeting touch of a finger, he could bring her to the edge. His complete control came with his exquisite timing. He was a virtuoso of her body and all its subtle nuances.  The real game of which he was the ultimate master however was the playground of her mind.  Nothing was sacrosanct. The control he plied over her mind was absolute.  He wove his delicate touch into all the dark corners, finding her weaknesses, her fears, and her savage release.  As the pieces were cleverly moved in the game play so were tides of pleasure awash in her body, he brought forth those passions that were created.  It was truly magnificent the temptation to just give in, but the war waging inside her mind was her last bastion of defense. The deliciousness of the play, the witty repartee, were foreplay for what dwelled beneath the surface banter. The clever thrust and parry held her as tightly as his arms ever could.  Her withdrawal was not tolerated.. He was relentless in his pursuit to claim victory over the game field. His conquering spirit tore at her defenses as she attempted to flee his claim. She had learned that there was a depth of spirit that would not be denied, could not be denied within herself. Her fear had grown with her own uncertainty but he had wooed her and calmed her like a god mastering the elements around him.  Those yearnings within that she had shied away from were a reality that blossomed. Every darkness that she fantasized were there calling to her and begging and she knew, she knew the too would be let out.. For her.. Her freedom was the ultimate prize.