I don’t want to fuck you… Not tonight, on our first meet… I want to meet you for dinner or maybe some drinks… To admire you as I see you across the room for the very first time- thinking to myself how attractive you are, how incredible your outfit looks, and how lucky I am to meet you… Feeling a raw, primal heat rising up within me as I see you smile at me, and totally mesmerised by you as you walk in my direction…

I want to enjoy your company as we chat casually, laughing and smiling as we got to know each other a bit. I like your smile. A lot. And those eyes- they have a special, mischevious sparkle… I want to touch hands on the table, or play footsies underneath it, the physical contact making our skin tingle…

I don’t want to fuck you, but I’d love to take you home- maybe to my place, maybe to yours- and to share a cup of tea or a glass of wine with you… Sitting snuggled up close on the couch and feeling the warmth of your body so very close to mine… Smelling your sweet scent… To feel the sexual tension well up between us we talked and giggled and looked in each other’s eyes… The physical contact becoming more frequent, and more intimate… My hand brushes against yours… You rest your hand on my thigh… We lean closer, our breath quickening… I run my hand through your hair and cradle your cheek, before leaning in to kiss you… Loving the feeling of your soft lips against mine, and feeling as if our two bodies are melting in to one…

I don’t want to fuck you, but I do want to kiss you- long and passionately… Taking our time and savouring every second… Our tongues intertwined, and gradually becoming more handsy and lustful… Pulling you oh so close, with my hand into small of your back as I kissed your neck… Growling in your ear as I massaged your breasts through your clothing, feeling you flinch as I brushed over your nipples and loving the way you moan and melt in my touch… Brushing my fingertips up your thighs, before becoming more brazen and sliding my hand under your dress…

I don’t want to fuck you, but I need to feel your skin… Lustful and hungry, my heart racing- I just need to slide back the fabric… Just a little… And a bit more… I feel your hands trembling as you unbutton my shirt- you need flesh too… Somehow we’re suddenly in our underwear, the desire written all over each other’s faces, totally intoxicated with each other as our primal urges surge to the surface… Almost tripping over as we stumble our way through the room- only pausing when I pin you to the wall to kiss you some more, my knee sliding between your legs as you reciprocate by grinding against me…

And as we stumble in to the bedroom and tumble naked on to the bed I grin a naughty grin: I always wanted to fuck you…  But more than that, I wanted to pursue you- to build up that suspense and sexual tension that is so incredibly hot… Putting in the time to create an experience that is truly exceptional, and which will leave me craving you even after we’ve fucked all night long and have collapsed in an extremely satisfied, exhausted heap…

Or maybe I just want to come over to your house and find you naked in bed- two complete strangers who know exactly what they want, and who fuck like bunnies without saying so much as a word… That would be amazing too- as would so many other scenarios 😉😈 What’s it to be? The choice is yours…