My Gemini

August 4, 1788              
             
             
Mon Cher D.              
             
I must confess… I was not ready for today. But you knew that I was. Probably from the moment we met. You have that way with me. Seeing what I hide from everyone, including myself. I love and… hate that about you.              
             
Today was truly different in a steady stream of different days. I wore my silky blindfold before we entered the chamber. Holding your hand while you guided me down the narrow hall to our realm. After sitting in my chair, you buckled the straps around my upper arms, my wrists and my ankles.              
             
You wasted no time.              
             
“Open your mouth,” you instructed. I parted my lips, felt the warmth of your hand linger. Then the cool wetness of the fruit. It was a strawberry, plump and juicy at its peak of ripeness. Like me. I let the fraise sit in my mouth for second before eating. Only to feel your warm, wet lips press against mine. Your tongue coaxed its way in to share in a forbidden fruit. Our first kiss… but that was not what was to make it memorable.              
             
“She kisses well, does she not?” I heard you say from behind me. It was then that I felt long hair brush against my cheek. Noticed the smell of her fine perfume fill my head with a dizziness. I froze, but only for a moment. Until she again probed my mouth with more enticing flicks.              
             
Her warm hands cupped my breasts, kneaded them gently, knowingly. Meanwhile we shared the wild berry, passing it back and forth between our lips. I felt a kaleidoscope of feelings: surprise, anger, curiosity, embarrassment, but mostly lust. She shifted over and sat in my lap. Then resumed kissing me, all the while tracing deft lines across my helpless, naked flesh.  A blank canvas to paint her seduction.            
             
I had kissed men before, far too many, though not enough. But never a woman. For kissing her was like… kissing myself. I reflected back to my days on the cusp of womanhood. Kissing the mirror while I watched myself. A pair of Geminis exploring each other, exploring ourselves. Now there was no need for the mirror.              
             
Longing to end the mystery, see my temptress, I tugged at my bonds. But they held fast. The black silk stayed in place with its double tied knots. I shrugged in resignation, she giggled. Her voice was young, sweet, dare I say innocent. For a moment I thought about you, wearing a smug grin this time. Watching me surrender to all of this.              
             
A wet trace went across my ear. It shot tingles throughout my body. Made me shiver. “Is this not better than sharing tea at the salon?” I recognized her voice immediately. It was Angelique, petite and innocent Angelique. Half my age, but seemingly twice as worldly.                
   
My musing was interrupted by the cool, moist sensation just above the triangle of my fur. It descended with a deliberate intention until it reach the mound of my desire. She pressed it firm against my yielding nether lips. Slid it in with a gentle, insistent push.              
             
“I want to taste your other lips,” Angelique whispered with a most husky desire.              
             
I surrendered. For while Eve had her apple, Angelique had her strawberry.