Naked, kneeling, wrists bound behind my back, I rub my cheek against him. He is so hard. I catch the slightest whiff of scent - that wonderful scent that all men exude - and I begin to salivate. I can feel the wetness between my open thighs as I turn my head and slide my lips over him.
He's still fully dressed as he pulls my nude body down to join his on the bed. My mind is still singing with the relief of having pleased him as he guides me onto my back and moves over me. His tongue plunders my mouth, short, hard kisses that make me want to grab him and just hold on for dear life. I can't get enough.
We have barely touched; never kissed. He stands before me like a mountain as I tremble with heat, excitement, fear, wanting. This is what I came here for. To be a little afraid. To learn what it is like when sex has an edge.
I had you in my mouth when I felt it. First, just a little tap of your hand against the soft skin of my ass. Testing me. Seeing how I would respond. I don't know who was more surprised: you or me.
It was warm, one of the first really warm days of the summer. The heat made the breeze warm and silky against my skin, brushing over me like a lover's hand. It made for a lazy Saturday afternoon, the kind that makes you want to lay naked against crisp cool sheets while the sun filters gently through the blinds.
Every day begins the same; his scent, lightly musky, a little spicy, filling my senses. Watching the short hairs at the nape of his neck start to curl when it's humid outside. We share the elevator together every single morning, and for those ten minutes I can let my fantasies run free.
In my dream, we were alone. It was late at night, and a lone car remained in the parking garage. It was deadly quiet, and our conversation had lulled into silence. I had no idea why you'd grown quiet, but I knew all too well why I had. My imagination was running wild again, and it made me ache and shake a little as I looked at you.
In my dream, you stood in front of a mirror.You were shirtless, in jeans only as you stood before the full-length mirror. The hair on your chest called to me as I coveted you with my eyes. Your hair grew thicker as it arrowed towards the fly of your jeans, beckoning my eyes, my hands to follow and explore.
We were friends, business associates. Nothing more. I'd never thought of you this way before tonight. Suddenly, I couldn't meet your eyes across the table and not think of you in this new, incredibly exciting way. I looked across the table at you and smiled to myself. You looked so stuffy. Your tie, perfectly knotted beneath your Adam's apple, made my fingers itch to slide the silk bonds apart.
My heart was pounding in anticipation as I waited for you. It was only a matter of minutes until your arrival, and the night would begin. Lace tickled my nipples as I took a deep breath, arousing them and making me smile. Underneath my proper, businesslike dress there existed witchery in the form of black lace and little else.