The air was heavy and thick, redolent with citrus and jasmine scents. Candles glowed from corners of the room and Miles Davis drifted from the stereo, trumpet sounds weaving between their entangled bodies. Neither of them was listening.
"Want to try something different tonight?" she inquired, kissing her way down his chest, licking and biting as she went. Her hands were busily massaging his cock, bringing it to pulsating, granite life.
"Sure," he sighed, gasping at a particularly effective stroke on his shaft. "What'd you have in mind?"
"Well..........." she purred softly, "how about a little role reversal?"
"Oh, you want to be on top this time?" he smiled. "Sure, that sounds like fun."
Her hands left off caressing his cock and went under the covers. His eyes widened when he saw what she brought out: a thick, heavily veined strap-on dildo, at least ten inches long, and a bottle of lube.
"That wasn't quite what I had in mind, my dear," she grinned, her voice all velvet and steel. Her eyes twinkled, but there was something dangerous smoldering there as well.
He hadn't thought it was possible, but his cock got even harder at the very thought.
"Oh yes," he heard himself saying from very far away. "That will do just fine....Mistress."
(Microfantasy Monday is the brainchild of Ang, the Sweltering Celt. Go see her if you want to play too!)