I know I want him: I want him on top of me, I want him inside me, and I want to taste every part of him, but how? I come to the room, and he is lying in the bed, looking at me as if he was about to devour me. “I’ve been thinking about you all day,” I say while taking my bathroom robe off, slow enough so he can have time to imagine how my body looks. I finally reveal the tiny and colorful underwear that I picked out just for him, and I notice his dick getting hard. My pussy, my breasts, my ass, my mouth—every part of my body is asking me for it. “Can I taste it?” I ask, already leaning in. I want him, I really want him, and I’m finally about to have him.