At The Edge

“Do you mind if I blindfold you?” I’d asked.

My spouse had eagerly agreed.

I’d taken taken his sight, taken photos, then taken my time — taking his hard inside my heat while he took delight in the buzzing stillness created by the unsighted heightened assuefaction of his remaining senses.

He’d taken guidance – from sound and touch, pressure and inflection, softness and sting and kinetic execution of sensory commands – until I’d felt the burst-edge beginning of my orgasm spring to life and decided it was my turn again to take.

I take my pleasure.

Using muscle memory and tensile strength, together we roll from straddle-thighed stride to splayed-L liliform, our tangle-vine of limbs landing my head at the edge of the bed.  Our bodies lie lanceolate, two crossed swords with entwined-finger hilts, the wrap of my legs around his waist an indecorous decorative sash.

I am at the edge, figuratively and literally, and I need to back off of it and re-start from a lower plateau if I’m ever going to reach the narrow-ledge peak from which I can fly.

Later —

After ensiform-X bodies uncrossed, after scissoring fingers coaxed hesitant pleasure haltingly forward, after belly-burn constriction and shaking thighs and gutteral cries —

Later, after re-examining that moment through the post-pleasure aperture of an impulsively-taken blurred-motion snapshot, I send the photo – with consent from all parties – to my ancillary partner, with a caption detailing some of my thoughts.

I was thinking you could stand where my head is, I said, at the edge of the bed…

Given his appreciation for the particular pleasure such a position implies, you might say the response I received was…  Enthusiastic.  😉

Three…

It’s been a long time, for me.  I had accepted that the days of “more than one” – in the context of a threesome – might be done.  And yet…

And yet.

We shall see.

The three of us…  He, my husband, and me… We are at the base-camp verge of exploring new elevations — finding our footing and mapping terrain, determining boundaries and checking our safeties, contemplating possible routes along the vertical slope with cautious anticipation.

We are not quite at the beginning.

But we are at the edge.

And I, for one, am rather looking forward to the ascension ahead.