Commanding Desire
In the game of desire, control is the ultimate thrill.
As I walk into the room, my heart races with anticipation. He is completely unaware of my presence, lost in his own world. The scene before me makes me gasp, a blend of shock and desire swirling within. His jeans are bunched around his ankles, his underwear partially lowered. He is furiously pleasuring himself, his swollen member almost ready to climax by the looks of it. I stand there, frozen in place, watching in silent...