If we live in the land of Spanish soap opera I wonder how our story would have progressed differently? More erotic perhaps as shows capitalize on the human hunger for sexual tension and sensual seduction. The game to be played, the chase between a man and a woman, the rhythm of the masculine uniting with feminine that echoes decades of fables and tales.
If we were both writers for that show how would you write the next chapter? More scandal for the sake of rating, more skin in the name of passion, or more emotional play for the purpose of pouring drama to a otherwise peaceful existence?
What do you think would take things from tame to tantalizing, friendly to frisky, loving to lusting? How would the storyline unfold to present passion, develop desire, and create a world where the rational minds cease function and give way to the ultimate pleasure of the erotic mind, the pleasure to be fully awake and enjoy the fruit ripe for picking, to explore the hidden desires and dark fantasies?
In that script I’d have you blindfold me before proceeding further. I’d close my eyes before fully immersing in the soft silkiness of your sweet restrain, that I trust you enough to give up my sight, letting myself be powerless, and promise that you are free to have your way with me. Allowing you to become, he who has no name.
I can’t see you at all but I can hear a chuckle, as you let me sit on your lap and feel the masculine hardness pressing through the fabric of your suit. As darkness surround me in a room full of light, you are no longer associated with a face or feelings; I feel relieved that I won’t see you, because in my memory you could be anyone I choose to trust tonight. When that blindfold comes off I can pretend my friend is here to pick me up from a session with he who has no name.
Acknowledgement is exchanged in knowing glances, no talking because I need to believe that it is someone else’s hand that is slowly crawling inside my thigh. I can imagine that I am living the fantasy of a captured princess, when the lips on my neck start to nibble lower I shutter, remembering that the general has decided to devour slowly the innocence, one bra strap at a time. As I feel rough hands push my tops out of the way I could almost convince myself to be scared, who knows what this stranger has in mind, or how cruel he would choose to be? I shutter as my mind drift to the ocean water and sensations on my body, yet my mind is calm because I know deep down that you’d never hurt me.
I find myself fishing for my vibrators because you want to see me play with them. Being blindfolded makes me bold, as you become he who has no name and I feel no need to worry or be ashamed. I can feel your eyes burning as my fingers caress past where I so desperately desire your hands to be. You must have read my mind because your hands are on my stomach, teasing me as you show me what you are capable of, just a few inches away from where my own hands are, where I so desperately want you to be. I am the unwilling maiden who is falling prey to the naughty knight, who unashamedly uses technology to enhance the art of seduction.
“I’ll stop if you want.” Says you hands as it gentle massages my thighs, “but if my lady desires additional service, I will be at her order.” Says your lips as I feel the moist softness moving gently but firmly, knowing full well that desire has gotten the better part of this fragile body under your masculine hardness. I feel so exposed and transparent as your shirt rubs against the small of my back, reminding me that you could hurt me. The danger and fear of the unknown, makes me so aroused and excited, as I am touched and teased by the unknown hands of the one who has no name and no face.
But as the blindfold comes off we return to a normal world. Shaking off the drama of last night, we each can remember the incident as separate events. You grin because you have now seen me naked, and witnessed how I’d react to your sexual touch. Me, I thought I had a great dream where I was the luckiest princess, all tied up and tortured for her ultimate pleasure. We carry on a conversation as if nothing happened, except that you now feel different, because you saw it all and know that it will never be the same between us. You’d blush when you see me again in a low cut shirt, because now you know what I look like without it.
I, on the other hand, am blissfully unaware of this subtle change, because after all I feel like it was just a dream. I’d share it with you but too bad you would never really know how good it felt to be blind, because you were conscious the whole time. There’s too much to fantasize and it’s often better than reality anyways.
He who has no name can be so much more than who you cannot be, with the blinds on I feel like a mermaid floating on Aegean sea, in the land of imagination I fly high and dive deep, don’t stop being my knight because you are my inspiration and fantasy.