Now I've always liked this position...



Imagine you're down on your knees behind her, taking off her shoe and kissing her foot. Your approach is all submissive and servile, as you eagerly kiss your way up her leg, savoring every inch of naked flesh.

But as you reach her ass, the man in you starts to make his presence felt. Now you are up on your knees as opposed to down on them. Your big masculine hands are mauling her ass as your teeth sink into her cheeks. Then, running your hands up toward her breasts, raising her top as you do, you simultaneously run your tongue all the way up her spine. She's loving that, and offers no resistance when you get up to your feet and push your broad muscular frame right up against her...



You grab a handful of her hair and turn her around roughly, pushing her back against the wall with a very firm hand. You look deep into her eyes as you begin to pinch her nipple, revelling in the effect this is having on her. And when you slide that well-timed hand between her legs, she is left with no choice but to sink her teeth into your neck to suppress her moans. Her husband's working upstairs on the computer, and it really wouldn't be a good idea for him to be distracted by his wife's moans at the feel of another man's hand...



So are you going to fuck her here then, right up against the doorway? Or do you have something else in mind?

It's his night tonight

He's worked hard all week

So the least he deserves

Is a night out

With you

He doesn't know I'm here

He doesn't even know who I am

And nor does he know that last night I had you

Up against the wall.

In your thigh-high boots

And your waist-high skirt

And your leather jacket

In the pissing rain.

And against the wall is where I'll be tonight too

Watching, feeling, savouring

Your every move as you prowl around him

To make him feel as special as I'm sure he really is.

And every now and then I may mingle with the crowd

My saviour, my camouflage, my disguise

Brushing up against bodies to make sure that my timing is good

For when I make my first move of the night

Every body passed, another hurdle overcome

Every step is one step closer

And when I finally touch you it electrifies me

And he, of course, is none the wiser.

Did you know it was me? Of course you did

How could it ever have been anyone else?

For would they have known that your sweet spot was right there, where I touched you?

And more to the point, would he?

(to be continued)