Mac Jackson sits at his desk. His lover is far away, and the pitch of his thoughts has reached a fiendish level. With a semi-erection between his legs he gets to thinking that he'll get her mind going with a written fantasy, of sorts, in the hope of feeding her fresh images for her minds eye to alight and inspire the circling movements of her finger upon her clitoris.
"One can always wander," Said he to himself.
He sits up at his desk and pulls the chair in tight. His fingers begin hammering away on the keys as he begins to write part 1 ...
YOU HAVE TO DO AS I SAY...
I tell you that you're not allowed to touch me. That I am in control of everything. That all you have to do, and all that you can do, is feel what I do to your body.
I take your clothes off, stripping you down to your panties and heels, and tell you forcefully to put your hands flat against the wall in front of you.
My fingers trail softly over your skin. My lips kiss your neckline as I gently pull back your ponytail.