I'm going to be entirely honest here and say: sex isn't THAT important to me. It's great, don't get me wrong, but what I really love is that build up, the little flicker of flame growing to a raging blaze, that's what hooks me.

I want to spend some time, a long time, just teasing, letting my hands wander over her body, letting my fingers graze her supple skin. I want to take her and tie her up, to just focus on making sure she feels everything as I whisper into her ears and wrap the ropes around her body. I want to spank her, slap her, choke and degrade her, without so much as hinting that I'm going to fuck her, sex won't even be in my mind at the time, but it'll be on hers, very much so.

She'll squirm and beg for it, but I won't give it to her. All I care about is drawing out every shiver, until she's fit to burst. I want to drive her insane with that sweet torment, one touch at a time.

It's that intimacy that really does it for me, that deep feeling, where all focus is on one another.