art-of-domination:

My goal, love, every time, is to make you a desperate, whimpering, mess.  So much so that any sounds coming out of your mouth don’t make sense.  That no words can describe what I do to your delicious body.  That your mind turns cloudy and the only thing you can think about is how you want more.  

More of my hands.  The taste of my mouth.  The feel of my body on you, in you, all over every inch of you.  I want you to constantly think about what I do to you, and wonder what I’m going to do to you next. 

I want to overwhelm you with it all, love.  I want to surprise you, tease you and make you burn for me.  That’s what I want to do every day.  All the time.  As much as I can.