Inspired by a certain member, I wrote this earlier today:

It turns me on that you can't stop thinking about it. At work, certainly at home, in the shower, and whenever your mind idles. Drifting thoughts of toe-sucking, of your being handled and explored, with just that edge of brusqueness that makes your breath catch. Even now, you moisten a little at the thought, your hand dipping down to confirm. Endless emails from morons and illiterates haven't blunted your desire to find Him, but you wonder sometimes.
    Imagine kneeling before him, being allowed at first to touch perhaps a foot, a calf as he admires your naked form below him. His hands twined through your dark hair, rocking your head back as he inspects you. Your nipples hardened to points, breasts hanging in front of him, longing for just a touch, a caress or squeeze, perhaps, please, yes, perhaps even a tongue. But not yet.
    He leads you to your bed, pushing you not-so-gently onto your stomach. And then, whisper-soft, a blindfold covers your eyes, tied back behind and into your hair, isolating and heightening your anticipation. His hand on your asscheeks, and down your thigh as he spreads your limbs wide on your bed. Your pussy drips in raw need to be touched, but he takes no heed of your open and vulnerable parts, caressing you here and there as he chooses. Your breathing quickens as he tickles you, then abruptly smacks your ass with surprising force. Your shock is lost under the pleasure as his fingertips stroke your thighs and ass.
    And when you feel him shift around to kneel in front of your lovely face, your arms flung out to either side, aching to reach for him, the smell of man and sweat and desire makes your pulse quicken and heart race. You feel, you think you feel, his balls brush your cheek. Or was that... As he takes your head in his hands, you wonder what's to come.