And, oh, I want to touch you.And, oh, I want to touch you. But I won't. I won't. Not yet. I want to tease you, tease myself. Better to turn my head away and allow you to arrange yourself before I give in to the compelling urge to feel that flawless, pale skin under my hands. Lie down. No compromise in my tone as I tell you this. You are indeed at my command, since you offer no protest, no questioning look. You lie down on the bed, glancing at me, wondering how to orient yourself to suit me best. I like this attitude. You realize that I am in charge. I tell you to lie on your back, with your arms and legs spread out. |