You trust me.
So I take your hand and lead you into your purgatory, my amusement.
I like your face, the grimace when you see what I've displayed on the bed. Your blush as I tell you to strip down to your skin. Your eyes close for a moment as I skim my fingers over your belly. You think you know what will come.
It may not be you.
I like your skin, it's smooth planes, it's male curves and it's contours down into tender, sensitive areas.
I listen to you as I trail my fingers over your skin with light pats, long strokes and sudden dips into the grooves and hollows. Your gasps, shudders, and squirming please me, make me want to do more and more and more.
Before I pick up the first of the tools you're panting and ever so needy. I like it this way. I know it's only just begun.
