His Request

I want you to get wet when you think about me, no matter where you are or what you're doing.
If/when I pop into your mind, I want you to start feeling moist, to feel the heat between your legs, and I want you to focus on those feelings because they make you feel good.
The wetness will grow, the heat will turn up, you'll feel blood rush in to your pussy, your clit will swell, your nipples will get extra sensitive and your bra will be almost too much for them to bear.
Your breathing will pick up into short, shallow breaths, your heart rate through the roof, while your pussy gets wetter and hotter and more swollen, inviting, infact, begging for my cock.
You will focus on that feeling, the high you're getting from your nipples, from your pussy. Your clit is full and over stimulated.
Your nipples can't get any harder. You're starting to imagine my hands on your body, controlling your every movement.
You know how they feel, how sure they are of each action, how they use the perfect amount of force or pressure or delicateness with each move.
You picture them caressing your neck, your ears, your breasts. You remember how they massaged your legs, your toes, even how well they worked your pussy before my tongue took over.
And you're getting hotter.
Breathing faster.
Getting wetter.
You feel a blankness start forming in your brain...an exquisite fog.
Focus on that feeling.
It's coming from your pussy, your nipples, behind your ears.
You draw into it; all the wayward sexual energy from your body. From the toes that I've been sucking on to the fingertips that have memorized my every square inch of your body, to the ends of your hair, wrapped around my fist, you draw it all into the fog.
Getting hotter, wetter, until you know of nothing except....
Bliss
You hear my voice in your head cutting through the fog with three simple words:
Cum
For
Me

And I do.
Voluntarily.
Involuntarily.
A reflex.
It's the most perfect thing in the world. As I do as He requestes.