Just lie back and imagine me with you. Listen to my voice. You won't be allowed to touch yourself unless I give you permission. Your hands will be my hands. Even though we've never met, I know you. I already know you. Your body, your wants, your beauty. They are the same as mine. Just listen, and picture what I'm saying as though I was right there with you.
Turn onto your stomach. Imagine my eyes on you, sweeping down the slopes of your beautiful back. I would just look at you, memorizing your curves, not saying a word. You start to get impatient. Imagine me straddling you, my weight settling on the small of your back, skin to skin. Picture my hands brushing your hair aside, my fingernails lightly scraping down your neck to settle at your shoulders. I would start by massaging you. Can you feel it? My fingers digging deep into your tight muscles to loosen the knots at your shoulders and back? Can you feel the brush of my hands as they travel down your back, spreading to your sides? Mm, you sound like you can feel it. I would revel in the lovely suppleness of your skin. I would take my time, massaging all your tension and stress away. Touch your shoulders now. Give yourself a little massage, and imagine it's me. Can you feel my knees pressed tightly against your sides while I lean into the motion of the massage?
Finally, you are relaxed. Your mind, at least. Your body is another story. I know this because it is the same for me. Imagine my weight shifting momentarily against your back followed by the cold, viscous sensation of liquid being trickled on you. You soon smell the saccharine scent of maple syrup. You get irritated because it's so sticky, but I promise you I'll clean it off. Picture me following through, laying the flat of my tongue on your spine and licking up in broad strokes, like a cat would with cream. Can you feel the heat, the wetness of my tongue as it explores you? Can you picture all the other places I could taste, if I was with you right now? Ah, yes, just as I thought.
The syrup is soon gone, but my ministrations don't stop. Imagine me going from long, slow strokes to the teasing tickle of the tip of my tongue as it dances over you. I finally sit back and survey my work. Your luscious body is glistening and damp from my saliva. Imagine my hands starting at your neck again. But this time it's not to massage, it's to explore, to claim. Imagine me sliding my hands down the perfect column of your back before I suddenly give a hard, brief squeeze to your ass. Oh, yes, you like that. That sudden heat pooling down deep, I have it too. God, you are beautiful. Your skin is unblemished ivory, smooth and soft. So soft, like a pillow. Fuck, I want you. I wish I was there now.
I briefly lose control. Imagine me sliding up your body and twining my fingers through the rich fall of your hair. Without warning, picture me wrapping it around my fist and yanking your head back, not enough to hurt but enough to show you I mean business. Mm-hm, I hear how much that arouses you.
You arch up, your hair pulled taut. You can only see me from the corner of your eyes, as I'm still straddling you. What do you think you would see? Lust, heat, urgency? Picture it as I lean in to place soft kisses along your jaw, a sharp contrast to the dominance with which I'm holding you. You like that? Mm, maybe dominance and submission is something we can explore another time. Maybe in person. Do you want to kiss me back? I won't let you yet. I keep your head held in place. Imagine now as I kiss up your jaw and nibble lightly at your earlobe while my breasts are crushed to you and I rock gently against you, leaving evidence of my own arousal on the small of your back.
Fuck, I am so hot right now. Turn over. I would get off you and sit on my ankles while watching you.
Ohhhh, yes. You are completely exposed to me now. Imagine us just watching each other, wordlessly. I'm in awe of your body; it's stunning. Touch yourself as I would you now. Use your hands to explore your torso before gently cupping your breasts, and imagine they're my hands. Tell me how they feel. Ah, yes, so sweet. I imagine your own hands on me as I touch myself too. We are the same. I touch myself, and I also touch you. I feel me, and it is feeling you. I know you want to touch me too.
No, you may not go any further yet. Massage your gorgeous tits like you imagined I did to your back. Stick two fingers in your mouth. Get them nice and wet, and then circle your nipple with them. Imagine it's my tongue, my hot mouth on you. Tweak your nipple, and then picture it's my teeth instead as I roll my eyes up to watch your reaction. Oh, yes, baby. You think you're moaning now, just wait.
