Ribbon

I have orgasms in my sleep.  Quite frequently lately - about twice a week.  Sometimes I wake and find my hand between my legs; most of the time they happen on their own.

I got this in an email this morning from The One:

"Take a length of ribbon, black if you have it, something dark if you don't, tie it around your waist, tight enough that you know it's there but not so tight that you can't wear it all day. Take a picture of this and send it to me. Then you may get dressed."

I read the email, responded and rolled over to go back to sleep; the ribbon on my mind.

I woke later after an intense orgasm and wrote my dream out.  It was short, too short.  I would have loved to see where it went.

I was to be waiting for you when you came home, naked except for the ribbon tied around my waist and kneeling down on the floor in the center of your bedroom - sitting back on my heels, hands on my knees, eyes on the ground a few feet in front of me.

I heard the keys in the door and my heart took off, beating so hard I could feel it in my ears. You took your time downstairs before coming up to me.

You stood in front of me and held your hand out to me. I took it and you pulled me up to stand.

You kissed me, and with one hand while you were, you untied the ribbon and let it fall to the ground.

I came while you untied it.