sadly, this story is not true.sadly, this story is not true. it is also not copyrighted. anyone may take this story and perform it in public or in private for profit or for charity, and all i ask is that you let me know how it worked out. i would kind of rather you didn't publish it though. i don't think it really qualifies as publishing quality. for amythest. remember last night, after we came home from dinner and finally managed to leave the movie? i asked you to let me undress you; not because i wanted to make love, but because i wanted to baby you. you agreed, but you didn't actually let me. you never let me baby you; i suppose it is good that you are so independent, but sometimes i just want to hold you in my arms and make you feel like you are everything to me; i want to do everything for you, so that you don't have to lift a finger for anything. i wanted to leave you happy and comforted, and i wanted to do it my way. let me tell you what i wanted to do to you last night. i wanted to hold you; to pick you up in my arms and carry you to a chair. setting you down in that chair with a kiss on the forehead to say, i love you, darling, let me help you. first, i would start at your feet, deliberately pulling off your shoes and stroking your feet through the stockings. such lovely, heeled shoes, though i can see by the sigh of relief you utter that they were not as comfortable as you claimed when you put them on. then, i run my hands softly up your body and move around behind you. i unbutton your blouse, just the one button, and lift your hair off of your shoulders, tucking it in beneath the blouse so that i can pull it off without destroying the beautiful arrangement that still hadn't been lost at the end of the evening. the blouse is that velvet green thing that is so soft and elegant; the buttons are gold-coloured with some funny stone in the middle of each one. beautiful, particularly on you. i wanted to lift first one arm, and then the other, pushing your arms through the sleeves as if you were a doll, letting your head loll back on the chair and completely relax as my hands caress you and move you where they want you to go. with your hands now inside your blouse, i can turn it around carefully, so that the wide part of the neck is in front of your face. gently i pull it up over your head, making sure not to disturb your ears or your nose and letting your hair reassemble itself as it passes through the neck. |