I want the tips of my fingers to feel the softness of your thighs, your skin through your stockings, the hidden place just above the hem of your skirt as we sit next to each other.

I want to savor the scent of your hair, the mixed scents of you and your shampoo, to feel your hair on my face as I stand behind you, my hands caressing your arms.

I want to kiss the back of your neck, to feel its warmth on my lips, your hair pulled aside to reveal a part of your body only a lover will ever study.

I want to watch your body react to my gentle touch, to hear your breathing change as I seduce you with it, I offer pleasures you have only ever read about, I need my touch and manner to bring forth the submissive that dwells within you.

I want to see you prepare yourself for me, to look into your shy eyes as your blouse and skirt are discarded, to spend a few silent moments contemplating your body as you stand before me in bra, garter belt, stockings, and heels.

I want to know that my opening of your body, my penetration of it with hand and arm have evicted all rational thought from your mind, that as your body dances on my fist your spirit soars into a place of wonder that we can only imagine.

I want you to cum with the slightest brush of my fingertip against your clit. I want to experience your orgasm with you as it crashes into each of my senses like ocean waves that are without beginning or end.

I want to hold you, to stroke you, to feel your body with my own as you slowly return to reality, as you lay within my protective arms.