I like giving instructions.
Wear the black boyshorts with the buttons.
Take a picture of your left breast, in your right hand.
Play with yourself while imagining my cock in your mouth.
Cum in my voicemail.
When you send me a picture, or a movie, when you leave me a voicemail or when you tell me you’ve done as I asked, my cock instantly is hard, my arousal intense.
I’m intrigued, though: I don’t always look at the picture or the movie right away. I don’t always listen to the voicemail of you cumming. Eventually, I do, yes – but for me the real turn-on is just in knowing you’ve done it. I like the power – the power you give me by doing as I ask. The respect – the respect you show me by indulging my wishes. It makes me so hot to know that my desires are your desires, that you want me to have what I want.
Turns out, that’s what I want.