She likes to tease me, and does it oh, so well.
Sometimes I’ll come home to a trail of clothes through the house. I’ve been lead to the bedroom, the kitchen, the bathroom, where she waits for me, wet and needy.
Sometimes she’ll rub her fingers on my lips and they taste of her, that tangy sweetness I love to eat.
Sometimes she’ll send me pictures, of her breasts, of her ass up in the air, of her fingers between her legs.
And sometimes, sometimes, all she does is look up at me with lust and greed in her eyes and a single word on her lips: Master.
I like to tease her too. I touch and stroke and pull, and not let her come until she cries and whimpers and begs for it.