Written By: Anonymous

*All conversation is whispered or spoken quietly and gently, unless otherwise noted.*

First, I want you to start kissing my neck. Then whisper in my ear that you love me. Keep kissing and nibbling (gently!) on my neck and ears as you cuddle me under the blanket. Then kiss me softly and pull away, kissing my nose. Look deep into my eyes and tell me again that you love me. I will tell you that I love you, too.

Put your forehead against mine while our noses touch and you tell me how perfect I am. Tell me how you love each part of my face, kissing it as you say it: my eyes, my ears, my nose, my lips. Kiss me again, softly but with a bit of passion. As you pull back, tell me how beautiful I look tonight, and how happy you are to be with me. While still cuddling me, tell me all the reasons you married me, leaving sex for last. Brush your lips against mine in a tiny kiss, then kiss and nibble my neck a bit again. Ask if I'd like to go into the bedroom-I'll say yes-lead me there, holding my hand.

As we snuggle under the covers, find something romantic on TV. Lay my head on your chest as you stroke my hair a bit. When the time seems right, sit up and hug me. Whisper in my ear how beautiful you think I am, and that you love me more than anything. Kiss my neck, then my lips-passionately this time, but still soft. Kiss my nose, then ask me softly if I'm ready. I'll nod shyly, slightly nervous about what we're about to do. This will be the first time you've ever seen me in lingerie. I ask if you'd like me to change, and you said you'd love it, but you'll miss me. I smile.

I change into a lacy black thong and a lacy red slip in the bathroom and put a silky black robe on over it. While I do this, you change into your silky red and black boxers, then you light the candles in our bedroom, turning off the light. You know I prefer it that way. You also turn on the heat for me, so that I don't get cold and feel uncomfortable. You've always said it would be sexy, so I find one of your ties and put it on, loosely. I tell you to shut your eyes, and I walk into the room, posing in the doorway. I tell you to open them, fully expecting you to laugh at the fact that I was posing for you, but you don't-your eyes get wide while you stare. You come over to me and whisper in my ear, begging me to tell you that I have nothing on under my robe. As you finish talking, you trail kisses from my ear to my lips, ending in a passionate kiss, with a bit of hunger, but still soft and gentle. I tell you that I can't promise you anything, and you groan playfully but softly in my ear.

You gently tug on my hand and lead me to the bed. As we snuggle on the silk sheets, you kiss me again, with more passion and want than ever before, but still softly, please. You nibble my neck and grab my hand, slowly moving it down your body, until you get it to the place you want it. Using my hand, you massage it a bit, sighing at how good it feels. I feel how hard you are, and you know I like it. You whisper again in my ear that you love me, and it's all for me. You kiss me passionately, and not so gently in your eagerness (but not too roughly, please). I squeeze you gently one more time on my own-you breathe in sharply, breathing out a soft "Oh, baby." You move my hands up on your chest-I feel your heart pounding under your skin. You tell me that it beats for me. You kiss me very gently, then ask me to stand up. I do, and you slowly untie my robe. As it falls to the floor, your eyes get wide and your breathing becomes fast and shallow. Your lips are slightly parted in surprise. I hear a small whimper of desire escape them, and I move closer to you to satisfy it. You tug on the tie to pull me closer, faster. You crush my lips with yours in your excitement. You untie the tie with your teeth, and slip it off my neck. You take it in your hands and whisper in my ear how beautiful you think I am, and how you need so badly just to make me happy. You kiss my neck all the way around, going to the tip of the V on my slip before going to the other side.

You whisper to me to close my eyes, and I obey. I feel the soft cloth of the tie brushing against my face, and I know you've tied it over my eyes. You ask if I trust you, and I reply with a loving yes. You gently lead me to the bed and help me lie down in the center, kissing me softly again. You sit next to me, asking if I mind being tied up. I say it's alright, as long as you don't hurt me. I know that you never would, and you don't even gag me, telling me that if I have a problem with something you're doing I should be able to tell you. I feel the soft feathery handcuffs against my wrists-you are being so very gentle. It's hard for you in such a passion to be gentle, but you are, more than I could ask for, I love it.

You kiss me again, softly, asking if I am alright. In answer, I lift my head looking for your lips, and you sweetly oblige with another gentle kiss. You kiss down my body, through the middle of my chest to my belly button. I still have my slip on, but I can feel the heat from your lips through the thin material. You travel the kisses down first my left leg, then my right, tying each one to the bed posts in succession. I struggle a bit to test the bonds, and you ask if I'm okay. I merely nod.

"Oh, my sexy baby, you're all mine!" You half-growl in my ear, tickling my neck with your tongue. I giggle. You ask me in a playful-angry voice if I think you're joking.

No, sir, I reply.

Shh, you tell me. Don't speak. You want it quiet.

You sit back and admire my slip-clad body by candlelight. You tell me that I am the most beautiful thing in the world. You say you don't know if you