Welcome to my mind palace....a creative homage to talented and attractive men....specifically Ben Cumberbatch....
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I’ll be posting a little each day. Luckily it is quiet Ben week after the Cumberlanche of the last 2 weeks.
You hold out your hand to me. My gown shifts and gives me a glimpse of a red lace bra underneath. You lead me towards your bedroom. I stop suddenly.
“Did you change your mind?” Yyou ask, disappointment around your eyes.
“No. Let’s go upstairs,” I suggest.
“Okay.” With a gentle nod, you attempt to mask your surprise.
You feel as though I have kept you from my room in an attempt to keep part of my life apart from yours. Perhaps I did. The smaller bedroom reminds me of the time between leaving Baker Street and being with you. I retreated to this room knowing Lestrade had you in every way I wanted. I hid here when I was conflicted and afraid of giving myself over to someone. Bringing you here for this new adventure is a beginning.
I allow you to lead me up the narrow staircase. The bedroom is nothing like it was yesterday. I considered leaving it in disarray as an excuse to never use it. I hardly need an excuse to be in your room. You never question my presence in your bed.
A smile spreads across your face as you see that the room has been put back together. From the overturned lamp to the torn up bed sheets, my room has been returned to its previous museum of loneliness.
For a moment, you are lost in your thoughts. We are overwhelmed, and I wonder if either of us has the courage. Perhaps it was a silly notion.
“Do you have any fantasies?” You face me.
I think to the months after you and Lestrade began dating. There was one night that I woke in a heap of drenched bed sheets and so aroused that it was painful.
I glance to the dresser where the riding crop sits.
“Really?” Your eyebrows arch.
“I had a dream a few months ago, and you were both in it.”
You nod thoughtfully as you consider the item. Your eyes slide back to mine. “So…a safe word then?”
I swallow hard and nod. The thought of you holding the crop renders me a bit speechless.
You smirk. “Milk.”
Still my Lucy. “Agreed.”