We cuddle, breathless from our little game, both naked, slightly sweaty and deeply satisfied, our heartbeats in sync. I nuzzle my face on the crook your neck and you caress my back with your warm, big hands as we both cool down. After a while, I say:
“You know, I had a very detailed fantasy lately about me being the dominant part for a change.”
“Yeah?”, you ask, curious. “I’m intrigued, tell me.”
“I’m not sure you’ll like it.”
“Tell me anyways”, you say, demanding, in that special voice that makes me do anyything you command. I sigh and give in to the inevitable.
“Well, it starts like this: We go into your room and kiss, gently at first, then I start to kiss you more passionately and bury my hands in your hair.” My voice is quiet, a little unsure whether this is a good idea, but it gets stronger as the vision starts playing in my head, a film directed by my subconscious and watched by me many times.