“Fuck Me, Daddy,” I trace in red lipstick with firm pressure and steady hand on the Cheval mirror in the bedroom. I stand back to critique. It isn’t rushed and scribbled, but rather signifies intent. I intend to be your cum slut tonight. I planned this thoroughly and the attention to detail will be appreciated. You’ll see it as soon as you enter the room.
The mirror is carefully angled to capture the queen-sized bed that fills my mid-twenties apartment bedroom, and as I admire my work, I can see in the background of the reflection the headboard you’ll undoubtedly have me gripping for dear life in T-minus thirty minutes. The sheets are freshly pressed, the duvet lovingly smoothed across, thousands of tiny threads bracing themselves for the pressure of our bodies pounding against them, our juices soaking into them, our fists wrinkling them in ecstasy-induced grips.
Before assumptions are made, this is not a sexy idea to revive a dying relationship or a desperate attempt to spice things up. This is our everyday. You are insatiable and I’ve become an expert on every little fantasy that makes you tick. My sexual resume is highlighted by my impressive experience of fellatio and screwing your brains out. My creativity and spontaneity excite you and I study your favorite porn like a med student devours textbooks.
I send you dirty texts when I clearly know you’re working, I go panty-less when we have public social appearances to make, and I go well out of my way to ensure you’re always satisfied. You know all these things already of course, but I remind you often because men are visual creatures, and I want the memories burned into your mind. I want you squirming in meetings thinking of my ass up against you, your cock buried deep in my pussy, for years to come.
T-minus twenty minutes. My skin is soft and delicate to the touch, laced with a subtle hint of soap. I just barely tease my fingertips across my nipples and they immediately raise to meet my touch. My body instinctively knows you are on your way over. I perch myself on the edge of my bed so I can watch myself in the mirror, my upper body propped up so I can have the best view.