the wand to the side. "Anything else?"
"There are a lot of various … implements."
"Yes. Just because you're up for a paddle doesn't mean you're open to a cat 'o nine tails. They do different things. One might be more intense than the other, but it also depends how it's wielded, and that requires communication."
"That makes sense. And the toys … such a very long list. I must admit, my mind wandered a little reading through it." The fantasies created by her imagination, the two of them entwined and perpetrating naughtiness, still flowed through her mind.
Marcus's eyes took on a wicked glint that signaled his sensual thoughts. "Did anything in particular interest you?"
Tabitha blushed.
Marcus's lips curved. "Oh, I see something did. Which thing?"
Given all they'd done together, Tabitha wondered how she still possessed any inhibitions. "Well, there was the … uh, shaving."
"Is that something you've done?"
Tabitha wrinkled her nose. "I had a bikini wax once, but it was so painful. Never again."
Marcus offered her an encouraging smile. "Shaved can be an interesting change of pace."
"Is that something you like?"
"Yes, but it doesn't have to be all the time. It can make particular activities more enjoyable. Certain areas more accessible."
Tabitha warmed to the thought of smooth, bare skin. "Okay. But you have to do it. I'm afraid of cutting myself."
"I don't think you'll cut yourself, but I'd be happy to assist. Come." He motioned for her to accompany him.
Tabitha started. "Now?" Marcus never ceased to surprise her. Her mind planned for the future and dwelled on the past, but he was grounded in the present, living for now. It was a great gift he gave her, the gift of being in the moment.
"Why not?"
"You're right. Why not?" Tabitha rose and followed Marcus into the bedroom.
"Take off your clothes. I'll get what we need." He ducked into the bathroom.
Tabitha undressed and waited. What would it feel like?
Marcus came back and spread a towel on the bed. "Lie down." He arranged a bowl of water, his razor, a cloth and a shaving mug with a brush on the nightstand.
Tabitha crawled onto the bed and situated herself on the towel.
Marcus dipped the washcloth into the water and wrung it out. "Bend your knees and spread your legs."
As Tabitha complied, Marcus placed the hot cloth against her pubic area, letting it sit a moment, warming her skin and opening her pores. He removed the cooling cloth and set it aside. Picking up the shaving brush, he dipped it into the water bowl. Marcus returned the brush to the mug, circling around and around against the soap cake inside, building lather. He swept the soft bristles against her, saturating her coarse hairs with shaving soap.
Tabitha relaxed as the brush tip left lingering tingles in its wake.
Marcus dropped the brush in the mug and picked up the razor.
Tabitha tensed. She wasn't sure sharp razors and tender parts mixed well.
"Don't worry. I'll be very careful." Marcus placed his hand on her thigh and slid it up to her mound, stretching the area taut. He drew the razor across her skin with slow deliberation. He rinsed the razor in the bowl and resumed the shave. Stroke after stroke, he sliced away the twisting hairs.
Marcus's movements were confident, and the tender touch of his fingers converted fear to pleasure. Having someone attend to her personal needs was quite erotic, she realized. Her own wetness mixed with the shaving cream and she struggled to remain still.
After a few more swipes of the razor, only smooth, bare skin remained. Marcus grabbed the wet cloth and wiped the remaining residue away. "That looks incredibly inviting."
Tabitha shivered with anticipation. What would Marcus do?
Marcus brushed her with the tip of his finger. "What do you want?"
Tabitha feigned ignorance. "What do you mean?"
His finger drifted closer to her growing wetness. "What do you want? You choose."
"I … ah … okay. Kiss me." Why was it so hard to articulate what she wanted?
"There are a lot of various … implements."
"Yes. Just because you're up for a paddle doesn't mean you're open to a cat 'o nine tails. They do different things. One might be more intense than the other, but it also depends how it's wielded, and that requires communication."
"That makes sense. And the toys … such a very long list. I must admit, my mind wandered a little reading through it." The fantasies created by her imagination, the two of them entwined and perpetrating naughtiness, still flowed through her mind.
Marcus's eyes took on a wicked glint that signaled his sensual thoughts. "Did anything in particular interest you?"
Tabitha blushed.
Marcus's lips curved. "Oh, I see something did. Which thing?"
Given all they'd done together, Tabitha wondered how she still possessed any inhibitions. "Well, there was the … uh, shaving."
"Is that something you've done?"
Tabitha wrinkled her nose. "I had a bikini wax once, but it was so painful. Never again."
Marcus offered her an encouraging smile. "Shaved can be an interesting change of pace."
"Is that something you like?"
"Yes, but it doesn't have to be all the time. It can make particular activities more enjoyable. Certain areas more accessible."
Tabitha warmed to the thought of smooth, bare skin. "Okay. But you have to do it. I'm afraid of cutting myself."
"I don't think you'll cut yourself, but I'd be happy to assist. Come." He motioned for her to accompany him.
Tabitha started. "Now?" Marcus never ceased to surprise her. Her mind planned for the future and dwelled on the past, but he was grounded in the present, living for now. It was a great gift he gave her, the gift of being in the moment.
"Why not?"
"You're right. Why not?" Tabitha rose and followed Marcus into the bedroom.
"Take off your clothes. I'll get what we need." He ducked into the bathroom.
Tabitha undressed and waited. What would it feel like?
Marcus came back and spread a towel on the bed. "Lie down." He arranged a bowl of water, his razor, a cloth and a shaving mug with a brush on the nightstand.
Tabitha crawled onto the bed and situated herself on the towel.
Marcus dipped the washcloth into the water and wrung it out. "Bend your knees and spread your legs."
As Tabitha complied, Marcus placed the hot cloth against her pubic area, letting it sit a moment, warming her skin and opening her pores. He removed the cooling cloth and set it aside. Picking up the shaving brush, he dipped it into the water bowl. Marcus returned the brush to the mug, circling around and around against the soap cake inside, building lather. He swept the soft bristles against her, saturating her coarse hairs with shaving soap.
Tabitha relaxed as the brush tip left lingering tingles in its wake.
Marcus dropped the brush in the mug and picked up the razor.
Tabitha tensed. She wasn't sure sharp razors and tender parts mixed well.
"Don't worry. I'll be very careful." Marcus placed his hand on her thigh and slid it up to her mound, stretching the area taut. He drew the razor across her skin with slow deliberation. He rinsed the razor in the bowl and resumed the shave. Stroke after stroke, he sliced away the twisting hairs.
Marcus's movements were confident, and the tender touch of his fingers converted fear to pleasure. Having someone attend to her personal needs was quite erotic, she realized. Her own wetness mixed with the shaving cream and she struggled to remain still.
After a few more swipes of the razor, only smooth, bare skin remained. Marcus grabbed the wet cloth and wiped the remaining residue away. "That looks incredibly inviting."
Tabitha shivered with anticipation. What would Marcus do?
Marcus brushed her with the tip of his finger. "What do you want?"
Tabitha feigned ignorance. "What do you mean?"
His finger drifted closer to her growing wetness. "What do you want? You choose."
"I … ah … okay. Kiss me." Why was it so hard to articulate what she wanted?
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