In the dark there lays a naked woman, self-bound, waiting for her lover. Is he late or on time, she wonders how long she’s been waiting, an hour, a day, or forever?
Is that him, she hears, or someone strange? She waits impatiently until she feels a hand on her breast, exploring. She hears a voice saying softly, “I’m here now.”
She tenses in anticipation, waiting for his second touch. When she feels it, she relaxes knowing what he’s going to do with her.
Bliss.
