A gluttonous array of fare laid out before you, you’ve been waiting and are ready to eat, but in a curious turn of events all of the other guests just faded away. You sit there, alone. A hunger growls from a carnal place inside you, far more prevalent then the one in your stomach, an ache deep inside your bones, and you know why the guests aren’t there. You, and the growing pressure against the front of your pants, excitedly peer around the room. The tingle in your skin, electric coursing through your nerves.
“Are we back in your head, my dear?” you ask, the hunger and excitement throbbing throughout your body.
Straining against the deafening silence in the large dining room for the desire fueled need for you, that you love about my voice.
“Nice place,” I whisper into your ear, followed by a lingering kiss on the delicate flesh just below it, on your neck. Goosebumps creep over you as my arms slip around your neck, then chest, slowly unbuttoning your shirt along the way. I pull it back over your shoulders and let it slip away, a slow reveal of your naked back. Warm, dewy lips trailing kisses down your neck and across your shoulders. Ravenous hands run over your arms and chest, and you can feel my need for you stinging your flesh through my finger tips. “You know this is my favorite part, when you join me in these fantasies, and I can have you whenever and wherever I please.”