Ladylike Introduction
by Jonathan Quince
Tuesday, April 26, 2005 09:08:39
Courtesy and protocol are such demanding creatures. Even in the mists of the Internet, where persons are but so much buzz of electrons o’er the ether, a face-to-face introduction with a virtual handshake is of timeless value for etiquette — and, no less, for furtherance of intimacy.
![[Jonathan Quince's Eye - Semi-Abstract Blur]](http://www.sopef.org/Media/nowq.jpeg "Eye of the Oligarch")
An eye gets an eye; and beauteous as yours are, I am tempted to more. Patient as I am, I rest easy in the knowledge that more is in the offing: For that eye is both a window to within and a first bit of physicality, of you, of what I shall see both on first meeting and on cumming inside you. More, I know, shall be revealed with the erotic playfulness of an ecdysiast; and presently, that promise is fulfilled as, from the realm of Ether, comes your face.
Now it is time for a proper introduction such as does befit of a lady. Surely, protocol may be bent slightly from time to time; but always do we arrive at the moment where, in the end, a touch of formality is a flourish scintillating ’pon the deeper pleasure we feel in both body and mind. As I sit at my screen, beholding you for the first time, I extend my hand ’cross the distance to take yours.
I am Jonathan Quince. It’s a pleasure to meet you.
How do you do?
I shake your virtual hand and lean in for an osculatory greeting. As you gently tell me that I am kissing your nipple, I am mindful of how protocol may take a wide latitude indeed.
At last, a beginning: We know each other now by sight, where before we knew each other only by word. That seals a subtly new chapter of interaction. On the continuum that moves from e-mail to the moment of physical touch, you have just become more solid, more real; and such reality has a deep impact on me. Whatever may happen in the future, I now have a face for the words, for the fantasies, for the image — hitherto formless — that plays across my vision when I think of you.
The very sight of your face sends forth a rush of emotions and lusts inside me. This is no mere arrangement of pixels on my screen: It is the stamp of your corporeal imprint in the world; and thus, it is the focus-point to which is now attached all the hours of conversations and fantasies, real laughter and imagined kisses, joys and cravings and passions of mind and flesh. A name is a symbol in the abstract holy realm of words; a face, at the head of the body, is the given name of your physical being.
With such a proper introduction, now I have a form attached to my fantasies’ desires. Now I have a human presence affixed to the words I know so dearly. And if, mayhap, we do come to someday meet, I know what face will be pressed between my legs, what lips my mouth will find when I kiss you, what eyes will glow back at me with the reflection of my desires fulfilled.