I dream of a night with her.
She and I...standing in her elegant room together.
Just me and her...sharing a night of passion.
Always I wonder if I'm good enough for milady. She is very assertive, but also very kind and caring. On the outside she would appear prudish and mean, though I am the one who knows her best on the inside. I see through her rich lifestyle and the things she buys. Moreover, I see the beautiful angelic woman that deserves to be worshipped. I torture myself at night thinking of her and all the things I've always wanted to do to her. She is a woman of unmatchable beauty, and I'd do anything to be with her.
I live at her house, and I take care of it and everything inside. As someone she knows well, she's never felt uncomfortable doing anything around me. With us as the same sex, she has seen no problem in undressing around me. But I can barely move when she does; her body is a product of godlike powers, reminding me that she could bring anybody to worship the ground she walks on. Every time she does, though, I dream that just once she would be undressing just for me.
I want it to be night. I want to be in her room. I want to be there when she undresses for bed, and I want her to undress just so that I can see her beautiful body. I want her to hold me, to touch me with that soft skin of hers, and invite me to her bed. She would pull the covers over her, and I would follow.
The only light in the room comes from the candles on the sides of the bed.
"Undo your shirt" she would whisper in my ear as I unbutton my only article of clothing. My skin tightens and my nipples harden against the chill brought upon by my shirt being off, but it is all the more heart-racing for me to undress in front of the one I am in love with.
As if we were to sleep, she presses her bare body against mine, making my body tense and excited at her presence. There being no way to sleep at all what with how aroused I am, she intensifies my arousal by rubbing her slender leg on mine, breathing hard, her warm breath felt on my skin. She puts her hand on my shoulder and turns me over. Milady stares up at me with marble eyes. She looks so uncomparably beautiful in the candlelight.
The room is quiet; so quiet that the sound of the sheets could tell you her every move. Softly she begins to whimper into my ear;
"Crystal...Make love to me...please...make love to me..." she sighs.
She begins to breathe hard and push her hips into me, kissing my shoulders and anywhere else wildly. I remove her glasses, put them off to the side, and let her get on top of me.
Ohh God the moment has finally come. She is on top of me, in her underwear, wanting me to make passionate love to her. I would be honored, milady! I have wanted her bad ever since I started having these feelings for her. But to experience it is different, because I get to express all of my love for her. It is a little overwhelming for me, in the moment, knowing every fantasy I ever built up over her.
Even when I am hungry enough, she still wants to tease. Already my lips physically being pulled into hers by a magnetic force of love, and still she felt the need to talk dirty to me before I did. I had to try keeping my eyes open the more blood poured into my dark cheeks. It wasn't what she said, but the way she said it...with such passion and complexity; it turned me on more than I could imagine. The heat I felt thinking about my woman was nothing compared to what I felt that moment.
Our tongues dart into each other's mouths, dancing and creating electricity. Oh God, I want her so bad...My hands rush all over her body; her back, her butt, her legs, the back of her neck, and her silky, silky hair. Our kissing makes us moan, only fueling the need to touch each other. My hands trace the back of her neck and downward, and I unhook her bra. I roll my woman over onto her back and kiss down her neck, to her collarbone, to her shoulders, to her stomach, and her sides. When I reached her breasts, which were puffing out excitedly, she was oh-so-sensitive to my tongue movements on her nipples.
