I want you to lay on your back and close your eyes. Sink deep into the plushness of your pillow, let the comfort of your bed envelop you like a bath tub full of warm molasses. Do you feel me next to you? The way the bed is tilted ever so slightly to your left because of the weight of my body contrasted against your petite frame. The way the heat of another person – lustful, excited, primal – radiates toward you in waves of scorching desire. Do you feel me next to you? Good.

Does your heart skip an excited beat when you hear the bed creak, when you feel my arm reach out and brush, not touch, brush against your bare thigh? Feeling the small sheen of sweat that’s resting on your perfect, smooth skin. When I trace my hand up the curves of your body, barely touching anything, but somehow touching everything. Do your nerves ignite when I brush your hair aside and take your ear in between my thumb and forefinger, massaging gently, tenderly? When I lean in and whisper your own name into your ear, saying it in a deep and longing tone that you’ve never quite heard it spoken before? What about when my lips close over the lobe, suckling quietly, tongue tracing a path up the canals of your delicate ear, teeth sinking in enough to make you gasp...but not enough to say stop. Do you feel me next to you?

Do you moan when my hand begins to move down your abdomen? My slow, agonising movements are strong, purposeful, I treat you like an artist treats his sculpture. I know every curve, every dimple, every muscle, my hand and your body are one in that moment. Do you whisper “yes” when my hand slides under the waistband of your panties? When I feel the oven-like warmth that’s radiating from your ripe sex? When my fingers become glazed with the sticky nectar that is flowing from your gorgeous cunt? Do your legs begin to tremble when I rub you? First massaging the lips of your labia before peeling them apart like the curtains of a sold out Broadway show. My fingers dancing across the rapidly swelling nub of your clit, applying pressure, picking up pace, using your own wetness to gain speed. Do you bite your lip and arch your back when two of my thick fingers hook deeply into your primed hole. My other strong arm holding you steady as I fuck you with just my hand, watching as your panties become dark with the moisture from your own pussy.

Do you feel me on top of you now? My lustful eyes meeting your longing gaze. My exposed shaft twitching between your thighs, aching to be inside of you. I pull the crotch of your underwear to the side, exposing your tight, swollen slit to the thick air of the bedroom. Can you feel the bead of sticky pre-cum that has formed on the tip of my dick when it presses against you? Combining with your own still flowing juices. Do you hear my deep, gutteral moan when the engorged head of my cock parts your lips, feeling them suck me in hungrily as I penetrate you with inch after inch of impossibly hard flesh?

Do you scream and grip my hair when my cock plunges into you again, and again, and again? When my lips close around your perky nipples, flicking them back and forth with my tongue before biting, no, gnawing at them like a starving pup. My hand digs into your leg and curls your thigh up, allowing better access as I drill into your soaking honey-pot. Our breathing is synced, our movements intertwined, lost together in a dark cavern of our own desires. Do you hear my breathing begin to come more rapidly? Do you stare straight into my eyes and tell me to release it all into you, to fill you with every last drop of seed? Do you throw your head back when you feel my cock pulse and shoot ribbon after a ribbon of thick, hot cum into your hungering pussy? As I buck my hips faster and faster, savouring every single moment of intense pleasure.

Then, after a long, passionate kiss, I roll off of you. The room is filled with the almost palpable aroma of our fuck, and you savour the feeling of my gift inside of you. You push back into the comfort of the bed once more.

Do you feel me next to you?