preperation for my desire
I fantasize about you wanting me. Deeply. I need to know you need me. Really need me. Show me. Show me how much I am wanted, how much I turn you on.
I will respond, I will respond through deep groaning arousal, I will respond with hunger, with desire, with a lust in my eyes only for you. you will inhale the scent of my need, devour my urgency, my willful restraint to wait and enjoy.
You know what I really want, I want to rip your lingerie off, I want to bend you over the couch and take you hard from behind now, but this is too delicious.
You present yourself to me, I see the knowledge of my anticipated arousal in your eyes, the delicious subtle scent of your protracted arousal lingering between us. Did you acknowledge your warm moist desire building as you dressed for me? did you consider how each item would turn me on? did you wonder if I would leave the soft fabric against your skin, or if I would need to rent it from you to have you naked? What will our need tonight be? neither of us can know and therein lies the exquisite joy.
Silk stockings, carefully chosen to accent the bare triangle of flesh I love so much below the silken panties. Stilettos, tastefully arching your perfect calves. Hair down, wild. Perfect you think, knowing my reaction.
You walk towards the room I am in, your anticipation of my immediate arousal, slowing you down, so that each deliberate step, soaks your arousal deeper into your trembling wanting need. 
I am at my laptop, invested in my mindwork, in a mind far away. I feel your presence distantly, but beyond a warm feeling, I am not truly aware of you.
Until the shock of your touch.
The gentleness of your warm breath, gently caressing my neck and my mind is refocused instantly.
Your hand aggressively finds my crouch and squeezes, just hard enough to shock me as you spin my chair around and take a step back. I gasp in surprised arousal. my mind spins to the room, to you, blocking out the cascading numbers of the theoretical world i was saturated in. I am dissolved instantly into your presence, I am with you, yours.
For the moment all I can drink in are your eyes, hungrily fixed on mine, the window to your soul, open in your willful need for me. I tremble, my breath catching.
I instantly
realise you have taken time to prepare, as you stand, your hip cocked, displaying yourself, somehow knowing it is what i want most, in that moment. My eyes drinking you in. Your power over me complete. I know tonight you will dominate me, taking control of my desire, my pleasure.
The power you display turns you on, I see it in your eyes, in the trickle of moisture escaping down your inner thigh, and I am unconditionally your as always, my hunger complete, immovable, I need more, but I want the pleasure to build, to stretch me to my limit. I want you in control this time, and you know it, the knowledge making your head spin, your knees give for just a moment, the heat strangling your own breath. the room is still, the moment frozen in time as the moment brands itself into our collective memory, a moment we will both be recalling often in the years that follow.
You break the spell after an eternity as your hand rises to your shoulder, caressing your collarbone, absentmindedly, drifting to your breast as your eyes drink my need in. your hand cups your breast, as if it is an offering to me as I sit captive, immobile, unable to speak, unable to reach out, wanting more, but knowing your hold on me, feeding my hunger for you requires me to await you. your thumb flicks up, scratching your hard nipple, arching your back almost imperceptibly, throwing your head back minutely, but I know, as your pupils respond, and I feel the quiver you receive somehow. your hand reaches down to caress yourself through the silk of your panties, this I know is for my visual pleasure, but I know it feels good to you.
My cock is now bursting for release from the binds of my trousers. I want to feel your teeth tug at my nipples, your hands squeeze my balls, I need contact, I need your lips, your tongue, your wet desire to consume me in your passion, your need, your hunger. I want to feel you lower your wet silken cunt as I penetrate you a millimeter at a time. but it is not to be, not yet.
The unnoticed music reaches my consciousness,
as you begin to move to the sultry beat, the warmth of the room enveloping us in our mutual desire. you lower yourself to the floor, backing away, increasing my anticipation.
you crawl to me, leaving a trail of arousal in the air behind you, reaching for my ankle, parting my legs, holding my balls, squeezing as i anticipated, holding on, as you unbutton my shirt, slowly, but hungrily, your eyes never having left mine for a moment. as still ever more you sway to the music. As the fourth button slips through your hand reaches under my crisp white shirt finding my nipple, pinching, just too hard, as you continue to grasp me in your other hand, my groan shakes me to my core. your nails leave my nipples as your hand returns to your wet panties, for a caress, you want me to see, the pleasure fulfilling both of us, as your mouth finds mine. Each of your hands inflaming each of our desires.
Suddenly both of your hands stop their work as you regain control. They grasp my collars as you rip the shirt from me, your mouth biting its way to my nipple, to my belly, you reach behind you for the ribbons of silk, as you step towards me, your silk wrapped cunt, hovering in front of my face, your subtle scent encompassing my attention. as you bind my arms to the chair, you are in total control. Your wet swollen desire, obvious, even behind the silken veil. You know I need to reach out and touch you, pleasure you, but I know I now cannot, so I submit to you pleasuring me. For now at least.
you unzip me raising my hips as my jeans are silently removed, your sex rubbing my knee, the wetness inflaming my skins knowledge of your desire, as your hands find me through the fabric of my boxers. I desire your mouth on me, your hands on me, as I groan, “please”, I am rewarded before the words have left my tongue, as your mouth finds the head of my cock, immersing me in pleasure, in your warmth, in the unbearable pleasure of your scraping teeth, the hypnosis of your swirling tongue, the subtle changes as your erotic curiosity finds my subtle moving pleasure, and fulfills it. your hands hungrily squeezing me, caressing my shaft, replacing your mouth, over the tip of me, returning to my squeeze my heavy testes, as your mouth returns its mesmerizing attention to me, as my hands tug at the ribbons. your moan sends me to the edge of orgasm as i realise you are pleasuring yourself, and it overwhelms me. knowing i am that close you stop as i am cresting the point of no return and you stand grinning caressing yourself for my reward as I calm down slowly. Your mouth now on mine, your sex against my thigh once more
As my breathing returns, so does the exquisite torment. once more you skillfully bring me to the point of no return, once more you stop. Relishing the control, the exhibitionist, in you rises as you back away, turn, bending over, presenting yourself to me.
again your attention turns to me, again, your mouth your hands, find their way to my loss of control, but it is quicker this time as you realise my self control is lost completely. you stop, tormenting me beautifully once again. You stand spread legged no in front of your rapt bound audience of one, as you caress yourself to the brink of orgasm, the occasional skillful caress of my cock, keeping me at the edge, just in control. you know that I will come, filling you with my hot desire, the moment you penetrate me, and this is what you want, us both on the edge, the connection of our penetration taking us both over, into rapt bliss. I see this as your eyes fuck me as you caress yourself to that edge….
