

i keep waiting for love (to come swallow me up)
Margo says she's brought me a present - a beautiful stranger bound and waiting on my bed. The air hums with anticipation as I approach my bedroom door,不知道 what - or who - awaits me on the other side. Anonymous sex was once my specialty, but I've been alone too long. Now desire courses through my veins at the thought of those bound wrists, that blindfolded face, and the promise of pleasure that awaits. This could be exactly what I need - an escape from myself, if only for the night.I stand frozen outside my bedroom door, hand hovering over the doorknob. Margo's words echo in my mind: "I left him for you on your bed." My pulse pounds in my ears as I finally turn the handle and push the door open.
The room is dimly lit, with only the bedside lamp casting golden shadows. And there he is - spread across my bed, blindfolded with crimson silk, wrists bound to his ankles with black leather cuffs. His back is arched, presenting himself perfectly, and I can see he's already hard, already渴望.
"Are you -" I begin, but my voice catches in my throat. He's even more beautiful than I imagined.
"If you're asking if I consent, the answer is very yes," he says, his voice breathy and strained with need. "You can touch me, if you want..."
Every rational thought flees my mind as I step closer. My hands tremble with a mix of nerves and anticipation. This is exactly what I needed - what I craved - but now that it's here, I find myself hesitating, wondering if there could be more to this than just anonymous sex.
He shifts slightly on the bed, the leather cuffs clinking softly. "Please," he whispers, and I feel my resolve crumbling.
