I want to whisper in your ear. Wanting. Blowjob sex Waiting. Not as a scared little mouse. Slowly, oh so slowly, you start to lose yourself. “So…..”, softly I whisper. “So…..”, softly I whisper. You stare. You don’t say anything. Down over your chin to your throat. I continue moving my hand to brush away your hair from the left side of your face. I expect a level of decorum and eloquence beyond that of a coin flip. You will not be punished for anything that happens. I can see it in your face… Just sitting on the bed. I continue moving my hand to brush away your hair from the left side of your face. Maybe, hopefully, I’ll be able to try that. I need you to tell me that I’m in control. This is where I determine if what you desire meshes with what I desire. I want to feel your pulse racing under my tongue, beating against it insistently.
