I Fantasize About It Too…

To taste your ecstasy is my fantasy…

On your knees, Angel. Now show me… show me what you need…

The taste of your passion on my lips is my favorite sensation, Angel.

To trace your curves with my fingertips and feel your cool skin on my lips is the only sensation I desire, Angel.

Tools of the trade…

A favorite of ours…

You can’t just say it. Stand close, eyes peering right into her soul with a kind aggression. Gently lift her chin, let your fingertips graze her neck, then wrap your fingers around her throat with a tender firmness and say in a lightly growling low voice -

“You will do as you’re told, Angel…. Now, kneel and show me what you’ve earned today…”