Strange thoughts running through my head today....
Fascinated by the idea of impersonal yet elegant sex.
Thinking how much fun it would be to be staying in a nice hotel and have a woman visit purely for my use. Masked, but otherwise naked (and - this part tickles me - one of those long, elegant Edwardian ostrich feathers in her hair). To have her stretch out on the bed, not speak, just open herself to me.
My task is to make her communicate - to moan, sigh, giggle, something. Yes, she's submitting with her body, but what about her mind? I could just take her, but where's the fun in that? Controlling her by pleasure is far more interesting.
Gradually making her submit, making her personality emerge. Getting her wet, making her gasp. Seeing the light in her eyes as she becomes genuinely excited. Finally, kneeling her on all fours in front of an antique mirror and fisting her from behind. Her red fingernails dig hard into the silk coverlet, but her eyes are fixed on her own face in the tasrnished glass. Only when she's on the very edge of loosing it do I actually mount her.
And then we lie together, gasping, cuddling, kissing. Do I want to remove the mask?
I think I'll keep the mystery...
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