I’m so fucking horny right now, and all I can think about is your gods dammed perfect fucking cock. 

It’s the only thing I’ve been thinking about all day, thinking about how hard he gets for me,  how good it feels when you rub him across my skin to simultaneously tease and caress me, and how it drives me fucking mad when you slide just the tip in between my slippery lips, pressing with just enough weight to let your crown tease into my opening, but only just barely.  

I know that there are things you might change about your cock if you were granted wishes, but honestly,  I wouldn’t change a damned thing. You’re perfect to me. Just ask my pussy how much she throbs for you when she thinks about him.

And I might be a strong, powerful woman,  but if you were here with me now,  I’d get down on my knees in front of you and worship your cock. He fucking deserves it, and you deserve to sit back and let yourself and your enchanting body be pleasured. 

Let me start here, by stripping you down, one article of clothing at a time, until you’re naked in front of me. I lead you into this steamy shower that I’ve dripped in rose oil, so I can first attend to your body, scrubbing and massaging you slowly and thoroughly from your head to your toes.  Once I have you relaxed, I kneel  down here on this shower floor while the water runs in streams down strands of my hair. I look up at you, brown eyes filled with reverence 

“Thoughts of your cock make me so wet.” I say, staring up at you while water slides down my face and into, and then out of my slightly opened mouth; “You’re perfect.” As our eyes stay locked, I slide my hands up the insides of each of your legs, until I wrap all of my fingers around your hard masculinity, guiding it toward my lips. 

“You’re perfect to me,” I whisper through the water, inches away from him. Then I lay a kiss directly on the tip, circling my tongue around your opening before sliding my mouth over you while my hands and nails roam your dripping skin. All the while,  my eyes whisper of just how much doing this for you turns me on,  how much I enjoy tasting you and pleasing you.  

When you start to moan, digging fingers deep into my hair,  I know you’re getting close, but I’m not ready to be done. Slowly I pull off of you and lead you out to where I dry you off, admiring every part of your body.  

“What do you want me to do for you now?” You ask,  but I put a finger to your lips and place a kiss on your chin.  

“Today, is for you.” I say, meaning every word of it. I take your cock in my hand and lead you to the bed where you recline yourself back, cock throbbing at the site of my naked, dripping body, and the mouth that you know is going to take you once again. 

“I see your body in my dreams. It seems I want you waking and sleeping” I say as I crawl up onto the bed to kneel in front of you.  “Thank you for letting me get to do this for you.” 

You are so hard for me. I lie down on the bed and run a thumb across the tip to feel the slippery anticipation your body has produced,  then I lean forward and lap my tongue across it.  

“You taste amazing” I tell you. And I mean it. You do.  I love tasting you,  tasting the physical manifestation of your desire for me. 

“I feel so fucking lucky to be the one who gets to do this for you.” I say before I lower my head to worship you once again, this time without stopping until you shake and moan.