When you put your hand around the back of my neck, reaching your fingers up to tangle them in my thick dark hair and tug ever so subtly, I become instantly and utterly yours. It is the signal that play time now begins.
My breath quickens as my body melts to your command, I am suddenly turned to soft gold in the alchemy of your hands. The rest of the world falls into a velvet darkness and it is only you.
I cannot tell what you will do next and I do not try to wonder - it is solely to your discretion how you may worship me, how you may desecrate me, how you may shape me into your perfect object to use and use and use, but I do know that whatever world you drag or lead me through, you will return me safely home and tuck me gently in the folds of your affection.
You systematically remove my clothing, as if undoing the wrappings from a package. You raise my arms and pull my shirt over my head, you undo my jeans and tug them down to my ankles, and tell me to step out of them as they pool on the floor. You unhook my bra and I am naked save for a dainty lace thong. You tell me to bend over on the bed. I do.
You part my legs like a honey bee seeking nectar from a flower and pull the strip of fabric to one side of my lips. I suck in a breath as you spread my lips, examining the hole which is already slick with wetness. I know I need not voice my desire for you to penetrate me already, I know you can smell the hunger between my legs. Will you let me have it? Do I deserve it?
You release the thong. You tap my mound with an open palm, not quite a slap, but it sends a jolt of painful pleasure through my body, firing up my skin with electricity. I fall deeper into the velvet darkness, my mind untangles from my body, held only be a thread, a nerve that pulses in time with the blood that engorges my sex organ.
