Something Exciting

She moaned, imagining everything I was saying and hoping it was going to happen very soon.

I sat down on the bed next to her again.

"Wouldn't you like to feel me sliding into you? Would you like that," I asked.

"Oh, yes," she said with gusto. "I want that ... I want it now."

"Be patient," I whispered. "You'll get everything ... in due time."

She whimpered at having to wait, but didn't say anything else.

I grabbed what I'd left by her body and held the leather in one hand and grabbed the handle in the other. Slowly, I pulled the knife from the sheath, revealing several inches of cold, hard steel. I did this fairly close to her head so she could hear it moving, but wouldn't quite know what I was doing.

I slid my hand down her body, approaching her leg.

Just above her knee, on the inside of her thigh, I pressed the cold steel against her flesh. She jumped a little, but not too much.

"I know it's cold," I said, "and that is part of the appeal. I like the look of my blade against your soft