You think I’m complex? You think reading my moods is a challenge? Perhaps. Not right now, though. Sometimes it’s all very simple.

Here’s what I want.

I want you to just stand there and shut up while I undress you. I don’t need your pretty words, or your husky voice telling me how much you want me. I just need you to keep still. The suit jacket goes first. Then the tie gets loosened oh so slowly. It’s just so fucking good, I have to make this bit last. Don’t kiss me. I look into your eyes as I unbutton your crisp white shirt, not forgetting the cuffs. You look uncertain. No need… what I want should be obvious to you.

When that pristine shirt has been flung carelessly aside, I move around you, fingers trailing across your chest, then your upper arms, to your muscled back… and then I pull your arms back behind you, and wrap your silk tie around your wrists. You don’t flinch, even when I pull the tie tight, knotting the delicate fabric twice. You’re not to think you have a choice in what happens next.

I slither back around to your front, pausing only briefly to leave a kiss on your shoulder. This time, my face is close to yours, tilted up so that you feel my breath on your cheek, as my fingers work at your belt buckle. Instead of just undoing it, I remove it altogether, walking around your body once more as I thread the supple length through your belt loops. You stand admirably still and obedient. When I reach up to encircle your head with the belt, though, you can’t help but murmur your surprise… only for a moment, though. I use your belt to gag you. Not what you expected? I don’t know why. I’m easy to read today.

Now that you’re gagged and restrained, I take my time undoing your zipper so that your trousers drop to the floor. Black silk boxers. Nice, but unnecessary. Gone. I drop to my knees…. to take off your socks and shoes, of course. For some reason, your already firm cock responded expectantly to my descent. What did you think? That I would suck it? Like this? I extend my tongue only for a minute, circling your twitching head, then pulling back and laughing up at you. You don’t respond, at least not verbally. Oh yes, the gag. Your eyes radiate frustration. Well, what did you think?

I stand, put my hands on your chest, and push, gently. You fall onto the bed, on your bound hands, knees bent over the edge, cock standing straight up, anticipating… anticipating what, baby? You think I can’t resist a stiff cock, clearly yearning for me? We’ll see. I stand in front of you, but you have to strain your eyes downward to see me. Look or not… up to you. I’ll undress myself slowly, one item at a time, pausing between each one to run my hands over my warm flesh. Can you see me cupping my breasts and smiling at you? One hand drops and reaches between my legs as I bite my lip and watch your chest rise and fall with each agonized breath. Oh, how wet I am already.

Maybe I am more complicated than I think, after all. I don’t really know what I want next. Perhaps just doing what I’m doing, with my own hands pinching my nipples and rubbing my pussy… perhaps that’s just what I need. There is something about feeling your urgency and not acting on it — very arousing. Really, though, we both know that I’ve arranged you carefully on the bed for my pleasure. I tell you to move up, legs all the way on the bed, wriggle from side to side until you are flat on your back, your cock a flagpole pointing upward, signalling its come hither message.

I kneel on the bed next to you, and carefully stroke your cheek and forehead. Then I turn my back to you, and lift one leg over your chest, so that I straddle your waist, facing your feet, ass within your reach, if only, if only you had the use of your hands or even of your tongue. All you have are your bulging eyes and gutteral moans. I lift myself onto my knees, sit up straight, put one hand on each of your thighs…. then lower myself, inch by torturous inch onto your throbbing shaft. Feel it? Feel how my wetness drips onto you? Want me to lower myself all the way onto you? Want me to impale myself on your impatient cock? Want me?

See? What I want is not so complicated. I want you to be my fucktoy. Are you up for it?