anticipation
6:05 p.m.<>2001-04-02

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what's it going to be tonight, lover?

what are you in the mood for? how do you want it?

lover, woman, partner, girlfriend, eyes of the darkest, sweetest chocolate. begging slave and innocent student-child. or else fierce teacher, whiphandler, sure sea-captain piloting my body over the waves of pleasure.

the full mouth, the open, parted lips spit-slick and glistening, the blissgiver, the strong hand, the commanding voice, dark nexus of warmth and wet.

what's it going to be tonight?

will it be slow and sunny and snuggly, our clothes falling from our bodies one by one like leaves from a birch tree in autumn? the gentle caress, the easy smile? late afternoon sunlight pouring into the bedroom, the sounds of traffic and voices outside, your soft moans and my sharp intake of breath?

or will it be you naked and spread wide, your arms and legs lashed to a straightback wooden chair? thin sheen of sweat on your upper lip as you pant and croak out whispered pleas? my hand rummaging down there, in between your open legs, fingers coming up scented and glistening and there's nothing you can do about it but beg me to make you come?

or will it be me completely naked and under you on the bed, your breasts flattening against my back and your tormenting teeth fastened onto my earlobe? fingernails raking along the insides of my thighs, across my shoulders? your fingers twined tightly in my hair, pulling my head back to expose my neck? will you lean in and torture me by telling me in feverish whispers about fucking other men while I watch?

how do you want it?

do you want to be beneath me, your legs cradled in the crooks of my arms as I push deep inside you? or do you want to be on top, riding my hardness until we both explode?

do you want flowers and candles and murmured i love yous with miles davis pulsing insistently in the background? we can do that.

do you want the flash of teeth, the rough grip of fingers on flesh, the blindfold, the fierce kiss? we can do that too.

what's it going to be tonight?

my eager tongue, snaking down into the crevice of flesh that starts where your spine begins to end. your hand guiding me into you making my eyes roll up until only the whites show. the squeaks. the grunts. the whines. the bellows and gasps. your face, tossing from side to side as you come, your chestnut hair flying.

how do you want it, lover?

what's it going to be?

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