How might I take you? I would slip into your bedchambers in naught but a sheer gown, thin enough only to hint at curve and mystery. I might command you to lay back as another might be beckoned to kneel at your feet, lick a path from your navel to your neck, and allow the night air to cool the trail. Do not fret, Sir--my lips will warm your own, my breasts soft and thighs svelte and welcoming to the eager slide of your hips--will you not have me this way, my Lord? I would love nothing else.

➳ tell me how you’d fuck me anonymously