Pleasure

Something I spend far too much time contemplating… how do you like to be touched?

Oh, I know how I would like to touch you. I've spent untold hours considering how I'd like to touch you.

But… how would you like to be touched? It's been on my mind a lot, lately. Because of all my fantasies, the one that is most important to me, the one I come back to over and over and over again… is that I touch you exactly the way you want me to.

You might make the mistake of thinking I'm telling you that my pleasure is secondary. That my most deviant fantasies (and… well, we'll get there someday…) don't matter. But that is not correct.

Your pleasure is my pleasure.

My most compelling fantasy is you, losing all control, your body shaking, trembling, gasping… from my touch. And again.

Not to put too fine a point on it, but… what gets me off is you… getting off. However you get there.

So… how do I get you there? Because gotdamn, I am itching to try.