Well I just discovered this little gem of a site a few days ago and I must say I am really enjoying what I have seen so far. Couldn't resist posting a little contribution of my own. This is something I just finished writing for someone special :) I hope you like it as much as I did writing it.

Sighing to yourself you look out of the window at the world outside your house. It's raining, and you decide that it's fitting in some way. After all, today has been such a dreary day. The problems at work the night before have again followed you home and you just can't stop yourself from being angry at the political infighting and jealousy. Again you let out a deep sigh and idly watch the drops of water fall down and day dream of other days, other things.. and what might be one day...

You catch a movement from the corner of your eye and you turn to look. "oh," you say to yourself. "Great it's the mailman. Just what I need, more bills." You watch as he deposits a few envelopes and a small article into your mailbox and continues on to the next one. Soon he is lost from sight and your attention wanders back to your own Mailbox. Finally you decide you had best get it over with and see what bad news is waiting for you. With a great show of exaggerated effort you pick yourself up from your comfortable perch and put on a coat to go outside.

Reaching into the mailbox you pull out the usual envelopes. Solicitors wanting you to buy all kinds of products you have never heard of, and of course the expected bills. You frown as you look over them. Again you reach into the mailbox and your hand finds a small plain box. Pulling it out you inspect it curiously. It's wrapped in plain brown paper and has no return address on it. Turning it over in your hands doesn't reveal anything of it's contents and your interest piques as you idly muse over the unusual package. Still looking at it in your hands you return to the comfort of your home.

Deciding that whatever the contents of the package might be you had to deal with the important things first so you set it down on the Kitchen counter and sit down at the table to open and look through the new bills. You open the first and find nothing unusual as you set it aside to open the next. Expected but getting bills has not done anything to improve your day. As you glance over the invoice for the next bill your mind wanders again to the mysterious package and without thinking your eyes stray to the countertop to gaze at the object of your curiosity. For some minutes you stare at it, the bill in your hands all but forgotten. Finally you can't stand it anymore and you walk over to pick it up and examine it again. It's quite light and again your mind ponders what might be inside. Shyly, you give it a little shake but no sound nor movement is felt. Whatever is inside is packaged very neatly. Quickly, almost before your mind registers what you are doing your hands start to work at the bindings, removing the plain brown paper wrapping and very slowly, savoring the moment of discovery, you lift the lid of the plain cardboard box you have uncovered.

Your eyes widen slightly and your breath catches in your throat for an instant as you look inside at a silk cloth pillowing delicate white-pink rose petals. And you can see lost in the silky soft folds of the cloth is a parchment. Carefully, you reach in and disentangle the paper from the cloth and you discover that it is folded in three sections, with the topmost section laying over the bottom. The folds themselves have been sealed with a drop of crimson red wax. The strong perfume of the rose petals wafts up to you as you are examining the parchment and for a moment you feel a little thrill of excitement shiver up and down your spine. Who could have sent this to you? Deciding there was only one way to find out you gingerly break the seal with your fingers and carefully fold up the top flap and then fold back down the bottom.

Inside your eyes see a flowing handwritten script in the same crimson red as the wax that had sealed the parchment closed. Eagerly your eyes flow over the letters....

Swiftly the days fly by as I sit and dream in my world... I dream of many things, and in each dream I lose myself further and further.... I can see in my mind the perfect softness of your lips, as beautiful as the dawn's light across the morning skies. I see the infinite vastness of your eyes, pulling at my soul. And my body trembles as I breath in the scent of your fiery red hair it's intensity only matched by the flames of my desire....

How can a woman as intoxicating as this exist? My mind cannot comprehend, though my heart tells me that you are real; a perfection in mortal flesh, an angel personified.

My heart yearns to show you the appreciation that I know you have lacked in your life. To show you how a real woman deserves to be treated, to be worshiped...... To feel sexy, and free... and to be given the affection you so rightly deserve.... to show you the desire that such a perfect woman has awakened deep inside me....

Come to me my angel... Tonight, I have prepared something special for you. As the sun sets tonight, I would ask that you grace my presence.

At the bottom of the parchment tucked into a small pouch is a key marked with a number. Nothing else can you find to indicate what was to happen next or who the mysterious letter is from. Holding the key in your hand you start to wonder.....

Continued....

You look at the clock on the wall and realize it is only a little past noon. The time seems to drag on for an eternity as question after question races through your mind. Who is this person that sent this to you? Where are you supposed to meet him? How are you supposed to get there? Again you look at the key in your hands but find nothing beyond the number "113" to give you any answers.

At six o'clock that evening just as you had decided that it was all a joke and nothing is going to happen you hear someone pulling up to your driveway. Looking out the window you gasp as you see a silver Rolls-Royce pull into the driveway and a man dressed in a black suit and tie, and a matching cap walks up to the door. With Butterflies in your stomach you open the door. He greets you and asks if you are ready to go. At first you are nervous but after a minute you throw caution to the wind and ask him to hold on as you have to change and gather your things. He says do not worry about changing. Your host has asked that you come just as you are. So with a shy grin you walk out the door and are escorted to the back seat of the luxurious car in your driveway.

All through the trip your driver remains frustratingly quiet and answers none of your questions. Finally it becomes apparent that if you want answers you are going to have to wait for them and you start to watch the scenery as you drive. You recognize this part of the city as one of the most expensive areas and many plush hotels start to appear. You pass one after another and finally just as you slow and pull into one of the most elegant hotels you realize what the key you were given is for. Your heart begins to race a little and you feel your cheeks start to flush as you blush slightly.

The door is opened and you are asked to go inside. With a polite smile and a bow your escort then drives off leaving you alone in front of the doors to the Hotel. As you walk in you start to feel a little out of sorts. You certainly hadn't any notion that this was in store for you when you woke up this morning and your clothes start to feel very plain in contrast to the richness and finery all around you. Somehow, as comfortable as they are jeans and a nice soft sweater feel too plain for the atmosphere. Hurrying you decide to find the room the key in your hand fits. You stop at the receptionist desk as to directions and with a knowing smile the woman behind the desk tells you to take the first elevator down the hall all the way up, and that the key would open the only door on that Floor. She also said that she would enjoy the suite. Smiling still she returns to her work as you walk of in the direction of the elevator.

As you go up you are thankful that you are alone and your mind again fills with questions and a mixture of apprehension and anticipation. Who is this person who has gone through so much trouble just for you? And what are you doing here anyway? You don't have any idea what is going to happen. It's crazy! But somehow knowing that makes it all that much more exciting, and flattering. Finally the elevator comes to a rest and the doors part revealing a short hallway. The walls are a rich dark Mahogany and you find yourself admiring the elegant furniture and the Vases that have been set out. Walking slowly, trying to drink in all the sights and smells you finally reach the door at the other end of the hallway. Again, the butterflies in your stomach have woken up and are not giving you a moments peace. You slide the key in, and holding your breath you slowly turn the door handle and walk inside.

The scene that greets you is one out of a fairy tale. The Room you are in seems to be a living area. The floor is a hard wood planking that is varnished and polished to a mirror perfect shine. The main area of the room is dominated by a large plush sofa and love-seat combination and there is an elegant and tasteful table in front of it resting on a beautiful decorative oval rug. There is a fireplace against one wall and directly across the room from the fireplace is a floor to ceiling window with a sliding Glass door through which you can see a balcony. Coming closer the view takes your breath away as you look out upon the city scape. The sun has gone down below the horizon and a thousand points of light now spread out before you. Again you look about the room exploring and discovering many delightful and beautiful paintings, sculptures, Vases, and flowers of nearly every kind. But most of all, on a table off to one side you find a crystal vase filled with the same pink-white roses that you found in the package you opened. Quickly you walk over and lose yourself in their silky aroma and the softness of petals against your skin makes you sigh in pleasure. As you open your eyes again to look at the Roses you notice another parchment very much like the previous one propped against the base of the vase. Quickly you open it up and in the same flowing script you are asked to make yourself comfortable and to explore the suite at your leisure.

Now you look around again but instead of exploring you now search for the identity of your mysterious host. Softly at first you call out hello. Then again louder but still you hear no response. You start to wander down one of the hallways and from room to room, each as beautiful and luxurious as the last and you find yourself lost in wonder. Finally you come to a door and look inside at a washroom. Hanging from the ceiling in the corners of the room are many potted Vine-like plants whose branches and leaves reach down to the floor giving the room a very exotic look. There is a wooden chair with a red cushion and a lattice work back sitting in front of a vanity mirror and a sink all made from what appears to be a blue/white marble slate. Despite the finery your eyes are drawn to a set of steps built into the floor that lead to the edge of a pearl white basin filled with steaming water. As you walk closer you can feel the hot moisture in the air against your skin and the scents wafting through the room tell you that scented oils have been added to the bathwater. With a soft groan you can't help but indulge in this pleasure set before you and you hurriedly close the door and undress. Slowly you lower yourself into the water, savoring every sensation as the warm water envelopes every curve of your body. you lie back in the tub until you are submerged up to your neck and you relax your whole body. You feel the oils in the water caress your skin with their silky touch as you lay there, and quickly you lose all sense of time and place, losing yourself completely in the relaxing water and begin you run your hands along the curves of your stomach and your thighs, gently rubbing away all the stress and the cares of a life that suddenly seems so far away.

Not knowing how much time you have spent in the now cool water you reluctantly lift yourself up out of the water and reach for one of the towels hanging nearby when you see hanging from the back of the rooms chair is a dress that had not been there before. Suddenly quite nervous again your eyes dart around the room but you see no one and you had not heard anyone open the door while you were in the tub. Assured that you are still alone you look back to the dress. It is a deep red matching almost perfectly the color of your hair. You sigh softly as your hand touches the fabric, discovering it is a soft satin. You pick it up and hold it against you admiring it. It is in an elegant design, a classy column sheath strapless gown that hugs the figure and reaches nearly to the floor. Dropping the towel you get dressed and walk to the mirror. Your hands move of their own accord moving up and down your figure, and you find yourself feeling incredibly sexy and feminine. After a few moments you sit down in the chair and begin to use the ivory handled brush on the counter, loving the way it feels as you run it through your long hair. Putting this aside, and feeling very indulgent you delve into the cosmetics before you and decide that if your going to dress up you may as well go all out.

Finished and feeling very sexy, and quite proud of the way you look you walk back out into the living room which you first entered. You stop short as you realize that the fireplace is now lit and a warm fire is dimly lighting the room. As well there is a soft music playing from an unknown source. It's soft, and slow, and very romantic and after another unsuccessful search for your host you begin to let yourself become lost in the music. Slowly you begin to dance around the room, closing your eyes and wrapping your arms around your middle, swaying back and forth. In your mind you imagine your arms are the arms of your yet absent host, fantasizing that you are dancing around the room in the most wonderful night of your life.

Your fantasy begins to become more and more real as you imagine those arms encricling you... and you continue to dance to the soft music. With a sudden start you realise that the arms you have been imagining are not your own anymore and they are not as imaginary as you thought! As the realization hits you, you feel a hot breath against the side of your neck and a presence behind you as his hands move to find your own and entwine with your fingers. Your host continues to dance with you very slowly and you have not yet dared to open your eyes. His face moves up from your neck and you hear a soft whisper in your ear. Slowly a smile plays across your face and suddenly you know the identity of your mysterious host. Playing into the dance now your arch your nack and he rewards you with soft kisses along the length of your neck. After a few moments he realeses you and your turn to face him, and embrace again as you dance around the room. Gazing into each others eyes you lose your sense of time, only knowing that you do not want it to end.

Continued....

Gradually he leads you over to the comfort of the sofa and graciously and with all the class of a gentleman he holds your hand as he asists you to sit on the soft cushions. Sitting beside you he reaches to the table and grasps two tulip champaigne glasses and presents one to you. With a smile you take it and never taking your eyes off each other you take each take a slow sip form your glasses.

No words have been uttered yet neither of you need them. There is an unspoken communication and you both know exactly what the other wants, wanting it as well. Kicking off your shoes you lie back on the sofa and he moves to sit beside you. Again he reaches over to the table and picks up a small dark object offering it your lips. With a wicked grin of delight you place your lips over the end of it and begind the caress it with your tongue. To your delight you disover it is a rich chocolate and you savor the taste and the excitment of it all. Unable to wait any longer you bit down into it and discover that your suspicions were true. You had always loved chocolate covered strawberries and with the champaigne this was heavenly. Reaching over again he produces a fresh Strawbery, this one naked of chocolate, and he places his own lips over it and sucks on it for a moment before touching the tip, glistening with his moisture, to the side of your neck where he very gently teases your skin, running it up to the sides of your chin and down to the nape of your neck. Finally he ends his teasing and gives you the strawberry to eat as youhad the last, while he bends down to trace again the path he made with the strawberry this time with his tongue. The sensations send chills througout your body and a soft moan escapes your lips.

For long moments this continues as he feeds you more delicious fruits, and teases you relentlesly with his kisses, his tongue and his hands. You reach up and cradle his face in your hands and you pull him down toward you. Your faces inches from each other now you each look into ezach others eyes and then softly at first your lips meet. His arms come around your body and under you to embrace you fully and his kiss becomes much more powerful as the flames of passion ignite.

You wrap your own arms around him pulling him closer to you. A log in the fireplace pops and sizzles and you think to yourself, the fireworks have only just begun.....

:)

I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did when I was writing it. As you can see I have a a flair for the mysterious and Romantic, though explicit is enjoyable as well :). For you female readers you can replace the mystery host with anyone you wish. In this case the mystery host is me but you can adapt it to anyone.

Thanks for reading!