I close my eyes and I can feel his fingers pressing on my face and pulling me up from my knees to his face. I can feel the pressure of his left hand on my arm asserting his authority over me. Only he can. He is the only one that controls my mind, my heart, my body and my soul.

I close my eyes and he is here with me. The time between our play dates are long and far in between and so my mind can only create these fantasies. For now my mind is escaping into this realm.

I close my eyes and he is kissing me. Pulling me and enveloping me with his own skin. The sweat and perspiration from his skin rubs on mine and it infuses in my own skin. I welcome it because it’s a part of him and all I want is him on me in any way.

I close my eyes and I can smell him. His natural manly scent that is like an aphrodisiac for me. When he is near all my sense are on fire. His scent is so natural and so him. I know when he is near. My body is programmed like a dog to smell his presence.

I close my eyes and he is undressing me with his teeth. Animalistic in his bedroom ways. The savage beast within him that only I can tame. He is in control but my body and pleasures tame his soul and feed his fire all at the same time.

I close my eyes and I’m on my knees again. His finger has instructed me to get down in front of him and has penetrated my lips. He has warmed my tongue up with his fingers. His fingers have been shoved down my throat and I have knelt there and taken it.

I close my eyes and his cock is demanding spit from my lips, I provide it. My lips commence an assault on his monster and I give in to the pleasure that bursts within me. I live for giving him pleasure. It is what defines me.

I close my eyes and his cock is sliding slowly inside me. His head leans back a bit and then comes forward so that our eyes interlock. I can’t help but try and hold my breath and moan at the same time from the intense pleasure as he enters me. I’m in heavenly bliss and I don’t want him to stop.

I close my eyes and air in the room is dense. Our breathing is slowing down and the euphoria dissipating. Our foreheads are touching because the mental connection still remains; the only thing that matters. His lips come up to my forehead and I close my eyes…