I stand by that king size bed shimmering in a sea of regal blue silk, slowly drop my towel to the floor and slide in. That body already there. Waiting, anticipating, hungering for what lies ahead.
Resting my head on that body's virile chest as it moves up and down taking in long, deep, slowed breaths, I can hear the heart beat. Knowing that it beats for me, excitement rushes to every fiber of my feminine being. But tonight is just for that body, it alone.
Snaking my hand to find those hidden royal purple velvet cords, my mouth whispers a seductress hiss, "Close your eyes, my love..."
As the black silken scarf conceals any promise of illumination, that body's appetite for pleasure hungers. It's hunger grows more ravenousness with each pull, each tug of those velvet cords that have now found their way to the wrist of that body.
My long blood-red painted nails glade with the slightest touch as they fondle that body. Weaving, winding, meandering over it, entrancing it, making that body a captive to my enticement.
Hand moves just close enough to make that body's mound of vigorous flesh amplify. Finger tips tease with pleasure. It can feel the heat of my breath as my mouth lowers. The warmth washes over it. Each breath closer, slower, deliberate. That body's senses heightened as the darkness has now settled in. Anticipation being the key to my control as my nails imbed into it's flesh.
Effervescence of manhood lofts in the air as that body's desire inflames it's enter fire. My tongue tickles, titillates, entices that body cooled by moist glistening pearls of sweat. It roams and wanders leaving trails of sexual-driven froth behind as if to find it's way back home. My hands firmly anchored challenge that body to move.