i'm not sure if it's appropriate to say on this thread, but ok if people don't mind.
I'm in a room. There's a fire, and candles and that's all that lights it. there's a bed, with satin sheets. i'm dressed in a corset and some stockings and a shadowy figure sits in a comfy chair in the corner watching me. i can't make him out. i dance slowly in front of him and his hand reaches out, caressing my bum..his hand is dark, and looks darker on my light skin. his hands get more adventurous touching my thighs, between my legs, my hips. i think he enjoys it. he stands and steps into the light, though only firelight. his dark brown skin looks golden. he says nothing but gently yet firmly ushers me to my knees in front of him. he's semi-erect...uncut and I can smell him. i know what to do, but he grabs a handfull of my hair. he doesn't pull. he just has me on a leash. i savour that first glorious taste, sweet yet musky, as it disappears new flavours come. i know he approves because he is becoming engorged, larger, thicker, more prominant.
and you can probably figure out where it goes from there