Immoral Pleasures

The prospect of our meeting has occupied my thoughts for some time.

I’ve often imagined how it might begin for us. Sometimes, I’ve pictured myself as the seducer, peeling away your clothes item by item, gradually revealing your glorious body, only undressing myself when your nakedness has been unveiled. Other times, the roles are reversed; you disrobing me first, yourself last. And sometimes, the fantasies in my head have no time for the subtleties of seduction. In those imaginings, the need to satisfy the cravings of our flesh is too great, inspiring us to tear frantically at each other’s clothes until we are utterly nude.

Yet while any of those scenarios would be exciting, there is one beginning that always arouses me more than any other.

In this one, we are finally alone, in some secluded, private place. I don’t know where. All that matters is that no one knows that we are there. In my imagination, the day is overcast, rain driven hard against the windows by sharp blasts of wind. The curtains are drawn, the light cast from a single lamp sufficient to cast warm shadows across the room.

We stand in the centre of this calm eye, ten feet apart, regarding each other in silence. We both understand what comes next. Without a word, we begin to undress, our eyes never leaving each other for a second. No talking. No touching. We simply watch each other’s faces as we strip away our clothes. Only when we are completely naked do we walk towards each other…

From there, my fantasies divert onto one of a thousand different roads. But there are consistencies.

I lust for the soft kiss of your mouth against mine, the caress of your hands against my chest, across my backside. I hunger for the velvet touch of your tanned skin against my palms, my hands roaming unreservedly across your breasts, tracing the arc in the small of your back, slipping down to cup your delicious rear.

I ache to feel your tongue against mine, teasing, tasting me, all the time your hard nipples digging twin pits of lust in my chest as our bodies press tightly together. I want you to feel my hard cock against her belly, pinned between our bodies, until you can no longer ignore its presence. I long for your fingers to entwine themselves around my thick shaft, slowly working my foreskin back and forth.

And I yearn for that moment when your body slowly descends along mine, until your mouth reaches my cock, and I gasp in pleasure as you finally kiss me, swirl your tongue around my cockhead, slip me deep inside your mouth. When I look at you, my instincts tell me that you are a wondrous cocksucker, that here is a woman who truly adores to suck cock. I suspect that, for you, it is an art form. But I have to know for certain, to experience the truth for myself. I want you to make me orgasm as I have never orgasmed before. I want to see you become desperate for the taste of my seed. I want to watch your face at the moment I explode inside your mouth, to see your expression as you swallow every last drop of me, to watch you lick your lips with contentment.

And while the taste of my come is still fresh in your mouth, I want you to stand up, walk across to the sofa or the bed, lie down, slowly open your slender thighs wide and say, “Now pleasure me, you bastard.” Role reversal. Now I want you watching me as I lower my face between your thighs, press my lips to your honeyed mound. I want you to watch as I slip my thumbs down the insides of your loins, probing the plump folds of your labia. I want you to watch as I open you slowly, as my tongue traces the hard contours of your clitoris, presses deep inside your luscious sex. I want you to watch me drown in your juices.

It doesn’t stop there. Now it’s my turn to drive you wild, as the promise of possessing your beautiful, naked body has driven me wild for weeks, months. I want to devour you with my fingers and my lips and my tongue until you come, and come again, and come again, and come again. I don’t care what it takes, what it costs. I won’t rest until I hear you scream with pleasure. I won’t stop until you are gasping for me to fuck you, until you are pleading to feel my cock buried deep inside your cunt, until you are begging me to let you feel my hot seed spurting against your womb.

There are so many things that I have imagined doing with you, to you.

This would make a good place to start.