Confessions of a libra

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25.05.25

He’s perfect. Not because he actually is but because he is meeting me with equal vigour and passion. He does the dance with me. He lets me model my needs and he meets me there. He learns me without expectation or explanation. I’ve watched him learn to trust his own instincts over time. Trust that he never had to perform love and attraction. He only had to learn how to be. So when he asks for my time, for me to come for an intimate dinner – it’s a done deal. Seduction is a necessary game. Not for the acquisition but for the journey. For the look of exhilaration in their eyes when they realise the game is afoot.

Catching people off guard has to be its own kind of kink. Whatever you call it, I have it. I had recently bought a new lingerie set, garter included. I wore that under my chaste outfit. A simple fitted long sleeved midi dress, with mesh displaying my arms. Just titillating enough, without distracting. Not until I’m ready. I arrived earlier than intended. So, I’m eager. Sue me, I think to myself. He answered the door and he took my breath away. I wasn’t expecting to be impressed by this colour coordination today but the harmony between his blue polo shirt and tan pants just makes me want to take it all off. Or paint him like one of the French girls. I giggle internally, I’m such a Libra.

I walked in to a little candle light dinner set up. That was the first surprise of the night. I gasped with wonder. I turned back to look at him and saw him watching me with pride. He earned a kiss just for that. His grip was soft and yielding – his mouth a trained assassin. By the time I sat down, I’d gone a bit heady. Maybe a little love drunk. He pulled out the chair and everything! He disarmed me enough that I forgot about seduction. Only receiving. Dinner was precious because he put in the effort. I looked at the kitchen sink piled high with dishes, and the clean presentation of the table. There’s nothing sexier than effort. I promised myself to at least help with the clean-up, if he’d let me.

Neither of us felt like wine this night. As soon as we finished dinner, he made us some gin and tonics. We sat on his couch, which was dangerously cushioned. It would be cruel to be peeled away from such luxury. I watched him across the couch. He observed me in return, steadily. He drank without hurry while exuding a level of patience that made me antsy. This level of restraint made me want to disrobe immediately. I scooted next to him, until our legs were flash against each other. He raised his eyebrows but refused to address it. We spoke a bit more, always circling any real agenda like vultures. I placed my hand on his thigh. Unmoving at first, just to elicit a response.

His composure was immaculate, in a way I hadn’t seen before. What happened to the eager beaver ready to unravel at my touch? My hand lazily travelled up his thigh and stayed there. He continued talking, my need overtaking polite conversation. I looked up into his eyes with a pout.

“Don’t you want me tonight,” I asked softly.

He held my gaze and leaned so close I felt his breath fan my lips. “Not. Yet.”

I sucked in an audible breath. Wait, wait, wait a damn minute! That was my line! I chuckled hysterically. Any cool had promptly left out the window. My body flushed, body temperature raised.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked cheekily.

He leaned back, all bravado. “Yep.”

It was so simple, so well executed that I chuckled in disbelief. I wasn’t used to being denied and somehow, the fact that he learnt me so well as to deliver that line, warmed the cockles of my heart. So, we continued on. Sitting in close proximity and feeling the heat rise well past the ceiling. My nipples were hard, my belly in delicious knots. There was something about being asked to wait that made it so unbearable. I couldn’t decide if I liked it but I obeyed. I didn’t test him again. He lifted my wrist to his lips, kissing tenderly.

“Would you like to adjourn in the bedroom?” His voice was teasing, coaxing.

“Yes, please.” I added the last bit to stay on his good side.

He escorted me by hand and my body followed, magnetised. I felt safe, and taken care of. I realised I hadn’t really had to think or make any important decisions since I arrived. That kind of peace is hard won. In the bedroom, he turned to me and kissed me ardently. His hands on either side of my face, holding me gently like precious cargo. My body sang in response, feeling at last attended to. I pressed my body into his, hoping and willing. My hands held his wrists to me as his tongue caressed mine. Wetness pooled and I tensed my thighs. We broke apart in a pant. He let go of me and sat on the bed, leaning back.

“Show me what you want,” he commanded simply.

My heart rate spiked at the challenge. But is this not what I was born for? I started with circles in my hips. I wanted to heighten the eroticism of the moment. Raise my bodily sensitivity and my own arousal. I started touching myself slowly anywhere I wanted. His eyes were penetrating, my breaths increasingly shallow. I slowly unzipped my dress at the back, maintaining his gaze. The dress was shrugged off and he let out a strangled noise. He may have planned a surprise for me, but I am always a step ahead.

“Oh, God babe. I’m not sure I could wait much longer,” he breathed.

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