Foreplay

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So you invited me into the bath. It seemed an unusual thing to request but perhaps you thought you may as well try your luck. 

 

After all when I fell at your feet in the gin bar and you smirked as you helped me up it did look a little like I’d made your day. 

 

‘That’s why I don’t like jazz’ you said laughing as you took the opportunity to place me on your lap.

 

We had made a deal about the jazz club, you would come and watch me dance if I gave you one night of being yours.

 

You had guessed already that secretly I might have wanted to be yours all along, but you had played along, as though control was in my hands. As though you were giving into me, indulging me, giving me whatever I wanted.

 

We had agreed that we would stay until you knew I had had enough and that I would trust your decision.

 

I guess I could not argue that falling at your feet was a sign I had had enough. 

 

You whispered in my ear

‘Whose girl are you?’

 

I knew this meant it was time

 

I didn’t mean to moan, but the shift in your demeanour made me ache as I murmured back

 

‘Yours Sir’

 

‘Good girl’ you praised me as you lifted me to my feet and escorted me out of the jazz bar.

 

So I was surprised when your first request was to join you in the bath. It seemed too easy, yet of course it also represented the first time I’d ever told you no.

 

I had imagined that you might demand more seen as this was the first night we were no longer playing at me being yours.

 

It was as though you had read my thoughts.

 

‘Oh, don’t worry, we have all night of you being mine. I just wanted to start at the beginning’

 

You were smirking again.

 

‘Undress for me.’

 

You pulled out your phone and began to film me.

 

‘Make it worth watching. Make an exhibition of it!’

 

And I realised that you were not going to make it easy at all.

 

That I was going to be yours exactly as you wanted.

 

You turned on some music. It was underwear by Pulp.

 

Your purposeful fingers released the hot tap and the room steamed up as I slowly undressed.

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Pulp... 🤔

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If bdsm was a music I think jazz it is. Always played in the dark cellar or downstairs bar. Singers and players always had sad stories of *** and ***, complicated music, a complete symbiosis between the players, the smoothness of the saxophone with a simple striking drum slap

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38 minutes ago, FabSeverus said:

If bdsm was a music I think jazz it is. Always played in the dark cellar or downstairs bar. Singers and players always had sad stories of *** and ***, complicated music, a complete symbiosis between the players, the smoothness of the saxophone with a simple striking drum slap

I can see that. There’s *** in some of the music, but I quite like swing to be honest. Especially whilst taking a bath... the speakeasy three are amongst my favourites. 
 

but anything by pulp is also good because he has such a dirty sexy voice 

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I am afraid not for me swing is kind of pop for me 😅

i mentioned pulp as it came up early in your wall