You arrive home after another exhausting day.
Work ran late and all you want is a restful night.
But, my love, that is not what you are going to have.
The lights in the house are off and silence reigns.
You think I am asleep and take care not to make a sound.
I hear your footsteps along the corridor.
You come in quietly and close the door.
The bedroom is plunged into darkness.
Get ready, my love.
I strike a match that timidly lights up my face.
You startle.
I can only see your silhouette, but I feel your gaze on my lips.
I painted them red, just as you like. And the faint light of the match illuminates them sensually.
Before the flame goes out, I smile mischievously.
The flame dies and the bedroom is once again dyed black.
“What are you doing?” you ask, amused.
I do not answer and light two candles, one on each side of the bed.
The yellow flames light the room, giving it a romantic and daring atmosphere.
I come closer to you.
You are about to kiss me, but I place a finger on your lips.
I slide my finger from your lips to your chin, neck, shirt and stop at the tip of your tie.
I pull you towards me and kiss you.
My tongue invades your mouth and embraces yours.
You hold me tightly and squeeze my buttocks with your strong hands.
I break the kiss and push you against the wall.
I step a little away from you.
Only now do you notice that I am wearing one of your blazers.
The navy blue one, the one I adore most.
I begin to undo the buttons of the jacket as I look at you.
I let it slide off my shoulders until it falls at my feet.
I am wearing the lingerie you gave me in our first year together.
Yes, my love, the red one.
Your eyes travel over my body, getting lost in the curves and distracted by their counter-curves.
I lie down on the bed, lean back against the pillows and keep looking at you.
Hurriedly, you take off your tie and make your way to the bed.
But take it easy, my love.
I press a bare foot against your chest and push you back.
With my chin, I point to a chair strategically placed in a corner of the bedroom.
Confused, you look at me and at the chair, but eventually resign yourself.
The chair is in the dark.
On top of it, you see a note written in red lipstick.
“I await your commands, my love.”
You look at me in surprise.
You read the message again and laugh softly as you sit down.
I cannot see you, only make out your silhouette in the darkness.
But you can see me.
And that is the point, my love.
“So, are we going to play like this today? All right. Undress.”
The first command has been given.
I take one of my bra straps and let it slide down my shoulder.
I kneel on the bed facing you.
I run my hands over my body, caressing my soft skin.
I feel your gaze following my fingers.
During their lustful journey, I loosen my bra and let it fall.
My breasts are exposed, bathed in the flame’s light that illuminates the room.
I touch my breasts, squeezing them, playing with my erect nipples that must be driving you mad.
I crawl to the edge of the bed, get off it and stand before you.
I smile mischievously.
I turn my back to you, sliding my hands from my hair to the sides of my knickers.
Slowly, I begin to pull them down and raise my bottom as I do so.
I take them off, turn to face you again and run the piece of fabric over my body.
The lace gives me goosebumps.
I throw them on top of you and return to the bed, where I lie down in my original position.
You realise I am waiting for the next command.
“Touch yourself.”
The second command has been given.
I kneel on the bed again and begin by putting a finger in my mouth and sucking it.
I know you cannot resist these red lips, my love.
I take my finger from my mouth and slide it down my neck, tracing a path to my breasts.
I squeeze them tightly and let out a sigh.
I leave one hand on my breasts while the other travels over my body until it reaches my vagina.
I touch my warm clitoris and massage it with slow movements.
I hear you shift in the chair.
I am already starting to drive you mad, am I not, my love?
I lean back, supporting myself on one hand and spreading my legs.
The other continues to explore the warmth I feel.
I look in your direction.
I cannot see you, but I believe I am looking straight into your eyes.
I slide my naughty hand and let a finger slip inside my cave, wet with pleasure.
I let out a husky moan.
Exposing myself to you like this is making me more excited than I expected.
I begin with slow movements that last long enough to make me want more.
Two fingers.
I increase the speed of my movements.
My body follows the rhythm, winding over the bed.
My moans grow louder.
I suddenly pull my fingers out.
I sit on the bed, leaning against the pillows.
I bring my wet fingers to my mouth, close my eyes and suck them.
I spread my legs.
My other hand takes the place once occupied by its counterpart.
Two fingers pushed deep inside.
I coordinate the movements of both hands.
But my moans are impossible to control.
With every thrust, I let out a loud moan muffled by the fingers I eagerly suck as though they were your penis.
Amid the sounds of pleasure, I hear you.
I hear clothes falling to the floor.
I hear your footsteps.
I feel your weight on the bed.
I open my eyes and there you are, my love.
“Hold on.”
The third command has been given.
You pull my arms above my head.
You press your mouth to mine, in a battle of tongues driven by desire.
Without any warning, you penetrate me.
I pull our lips apart to let out a cry of pleasure.
You kiss my neck.
I want to break free and run my nails down your back.
But you do not let me, and you hold me still.
You penetrate me slowly but forcefully.
I feel your hard penis invade my body, leaving a trail of pleasure.
You release my arms and I immediately cling to your neck.
Without leaving me, you hold me and turn us over, leaving me on top.
The quick movement causes one of the candles to go out.
But our desire does not go out.
Pleasure sets our bodies ablaze.
I lean over your head and let you suck my nipples as I ride you at a gallop.
Sweat binds our bodies together as though it were amber.
I am reaching ecstasy.
I lean back and continue the rapid, forceful movements.
I feel your member throbbing with pleasure.
I cannot hold on any longer, my love.
The orgasm comes and I release it in a moan of pleasure.
I do not stop moving, and you too reach the height of pleasure.
You rise up and hold me tightly.
Your husky moans mingle with my sighs of delight.
Our chests meet, one against the other, searching for the air that will bring us back to life.
You stroke my hair.
You pull away, smile tenderly and kiss me.
A romantic kiss, full of tenderness and love.
We let ourselves fall onto the bed, side by side.
You came home tired, my love.
And I left you relaxed, ready to face the next day.
“I love you,” you say.
You kiss my hair and fall asleep nestled in it.
The flame remains lit.
I blow it out and the bedroom is plunged into darkness.
Rest, my love, tomorrow is a new day.
And the night awaits you.


Written by Helena Nunes.