Carte Blanche

I want to be given Carte Blanche with his body.

Free reign to use as I please.

To tease as I please.

To spoil as I please.

To pleasure as I please.

To love as I please.

I want the visual of his dark silky skin to appear before my eyes with just a thought. The freedom to slide my fingers over the deep black waves of his hair all the way down to the bottom of his hard working feet. Give me control to outline his curves; the rise of his hardened chest down to the smooth hollow in between his powerful back and sexy ass.  When the urge stirs, I want to be able to tongue him down from the soft flesh of his earlobe, down the side of his neck, bite on his nipples, circle around his belly button and continue on to paradise for my mouth and fantasy island for my body. Give me authority to kiss his full lips. Let my tongue interlock with his. Let me taste the smoky sweetness of his mouth on mine. Give me consent to have his beautifully sculpted arms around my body whenever my heart desires. To feel his body close to mine with just a look of want. I want to govern over his dick. Work the hell out of it and give him endless privilege in return. I want to protect it with my yoni; keep it safe and warm and moisturized.

His dick would be available for my mouth.

For my yoni.

For my ass.

For my hands.

For my eyes.

For my constant state of bliss.

I want to be able to wake up and serve him breakfast in bed. My yoni on his face. Relieve his tension at night. His dick down my throat. I want the power to pull his pants off and have him bend me over anywhere and take me. I want the power to climb on top of him and ride him at any given time. I want the power to suck the seeds out of his dick, fill my mouth with his balls and skim my tongue over his ass. Grant me an open-ended 24-hour 365-day pass to his body.

Give me the ability to fulfill unfulfilled curiosities of sexual desires--my tongue in his ass.

His dick in mine.

I want the endless opportunity to give pleasure to him whenever my heart desires. To bathe him in lavender, milk and honey, to rub his body down with warmed sweet almond oil, to feed his stomach with steak and shrimp and to satisfy every fantasy he holds in the depth of his mind.

I want him when I want him.

Where I want him.

At any given time.

Carte Blanche.

JZJ