Every night, I lie in bed and explore my body. My hands slide gently, caressing every inch of me, from my thighs to my voluptuous breasts. My hands tickle, rub, caress, and squeeze the parts of me that are the most thirsty for attention. Legs spread; I like to run my hands up and down my inner thighs while my clit swells. My touch excites me, but it does not give me the fulfillment I desire. I often wish that someone would come to me and show me such pleasure that no other woman will ever know. A secret lover. Someone who will indulge in my body with no chance of ever being discovered. After dreaming for so long, my wish finally comes true.
One night, as I lie in bed as usual, the silhouette of a tall muscular man appears in my doorway. I gasp and sit up suddenly, but he lifts a hand and calm floods through my body. I am now completely relaxed. He shuts my door quietly, turns the lock, and approaches my bed. Then he turns on my lamp, letting the dim light fill my bedroom. I look up at him, curious. He is at least six feet tall, with ashy black hair and a toned, muscular body. He is wearing nothing but a pair of fitted black briefs, through which I can see the huge bulge of his cock. He looks at me seductively and when I ask who he is he replies, "I am your desire. I represent everything you need to fulfill your sexual thirst. If you do not want me, I will leave, but if you wish to have me, I can come to you at any time."