Returning home early from work, you get caught masturbating on the bed. Seeing you exposed like that, pleasing yourself in a way I haven't ever seen before, drives my libido to the sky. In a mix of improvisation, excitement and perhaps genuine frustration you start to play a game of power and control over me, making me desire and beg to get a taste of you and to feel you in every possible way and make me go down on my knees to "finish what you started". Haven't seen this side of you until now. As we keep exploring, teasing and tasting each other, we grow aware of how unsatiable we both are. You keep control over me for the whole time and force me to come twice for you. How sweet when sometimes you go out of character and make sure I'm not hurting. I love you, baby.