something to distract me and ruin my good intentions.”
Chloe grinned, totally missing the reference to them being together in her fantasy.
“Maybe. Maybe not. Depends on how easy it is to distract you.” Sitting back, she smiled at him.
“I suppose I have the same sort of fantasy every women does. I would love to have total, unrestricted access to my man. I wouldn’t want to have my hands pushed away with a fierce ‘ Not here !’ or ‘ Not now !’ hissed at me. Or worse, to be grudgingly allowed to tease and feel my way around and be stoically put up with. Just like men want women who are open and honest with their feelings, so do women want to be embraced and allowed to explore their own desires. I think one of the biggest factors turning women off exploring their men is the fear they’ll be turned away or told they’re doing it wrong.”
Samuel raised an eyebrow in total disbelief. Chloe frowned.
“Don’t look like that. I’m serious. I’ve dated a couple of guys who were far more interested in their image than in exploring the more sexual side to a relationship. Guys like that really are out there. Believe it or not, just like there are women with high and low sex drives—so too are there men around who simply have more important things on their minds than sex.”
Samuel thought about her words, and then grudgingly nodded. “Now that I think about it, I agree with you. It’s just not something one comes across regularly in a man.”
Chloe nodded. “True. But having been with a few men who had a different sex drive to mine, that sort of compatibility isn’t something I take for granted anymore.”
Samuel grinned. “With the right man, sexual compatibility won’t be an issue, I can guarantee it.”
Chloe smiled, more than certain Samuel’s sexual drive was a match for her own. “I believe you.”
“Do go on, little girl. You hold me breathless with anticipation.”
Chloe raised an eyebrow.
“After all the luscious details I gave you about myself and my fantasy woman, I would dare to say you owe me a deeper description of this fantasy man you explore in the ocean.”
Chloe smiled and went back to her fantasy.
“When my fantasy man and I are in the ocean, I’d love to softly feel the muscles in his legs, work my way up massaging his calves and thighs. I’d love to fondle his cock, feel him grow iron-hard in my hand despite the chill in the ocean. I’d enjoy staring up at the sky as it grew darker, watch the stars begin to shine, and then look back in his face and see his passion and impatience grow.
“I’d love to bring him along, step-by-step, and maybe even make him come without laying my lips on him to begin with. The power of knowing I could bring him to climax by neither kissing him nor sucking on him, but just with my hand. Oh, I’d love to do all that later, spread out on a large towel with no one around. But part of the fantasy is to feel that momentary power, knowing I could bring my man to climax with just my hands. I would wallow in the knowledge that he wanted me and lusted after me that much, it would give me the confidence in return to follow and fulfill all his own fantasies.”
Chloe let her mind wander over how lovely the fantasy would be, let it play out in her mind, keeping silent, assuming the visuals she had built would be enough for Samuel to use his own imagination.
Samuel looked slightly crestfallen. “That’s it? You’re leaving me hanging here?”
Chloe smiled and shook her head. “Obviously I’m going to have to spell it out. I forgot men have less imagination than women.”
Samuel looked a bit put out. He pouted, but ruined it by the grin that shone through.
Chloe shook her head. “You big baby. Okay, let me spell it out for you in minute detail.”
He shone a happy grin over her, settled himself in his chair and closed his eyes, obviously looking forward to her words.
“Imagine you’re standing in the ocean. Your feet are braced apart,
Chloe grinned, totally missing the reference to them being together in her fantasy.
“Maybe. Maybe not. Depends on how easy it is to distract you.” Sitting back, she smiled at him.
“I suppose I have the same sort of fantasy every women does. I would love to have total, unrestricted access to my man. I wouldn’t want to have my hands pushed away with a fierce ‘ Not here !’ or ‘ Not now !’ hissed at me. Or worse, to be grudgingly allowed to tease and feel my way around and be stoically put up with. Just like men want women who are open and honest with their feelings, so do women want to be embraced and allowed to explore their own desires. I think one of the biggest factors turning women off exploring their men is the fear they’ll be turned away or told they’re doing it wrong.”
Samuel raised an eyebrow in total disbelief. Chloe frowned.
“Don’t look like that. I’m serious. I’ve dated a couple of guys who were far more interested in their image than in exploring the more sexual side to a relationship. Guys like that really are out there. Believe it or not, just like there are women with high and low sex drives—so too are there men around who simply have more important things on their minds than sex.”
Samuel thought about her words, and then grudgingly nodded. “Now that I think about it, I agree with you. It’s just not something one comes across regularly in a man.”
Chloe nodded. “True. But having been with a few men who had a different sex drive to mine, that sort of compatibility isn’t something I take for granted anymore.”
Samuel grinned. “With the right man, sexual compatibility won’t be an issue, I can guarantee it.”
Chloe smiled, more than certain Samuel’s sexual drive was a match for her own. “I believe you.”
“Do go on, little girl. You hold me breathless with anticipation.”
Chloe raised an eyebrow.
“After all the luscious details I gave you about myself and my fantasy woman, I would dare to say you owe me a deeper description of this fantasy man you explore in the ocean.”
Chloe smiled and went back to her fantasy.
“When my fantasy man and I are in the ocean, I’d love to softly feel the muscles in his legs, work my way up massaging his calves and thighs. I’d love to fondle his cock, feel him grow iron-hard in my hand despite the chill in the ocean. I’d enjoy staring up at the sky as it grew darker, watch the stars begin to shine, and then look back in his face and see his passion and impatience grow.
“I’d love to bring him along, step-by-step, and maybe even make him come without laying my lips on him to begin with. The power of knowing I could bring him to climax by neither kissing him nor sucking on him, but just with my hand. Oh, I’d love to do all that later, spread out on a large towel with no one around. But part of the fantasy is to feel that momentary power, knowing I could bring my man to climax with just my hands. I would wallow in the knowledge that he wanted me and lusted after me that much, it would give me the confidence in return to follow and fulfill all his own fantasies.”
Chloe let her mind wander over how lovely the fantasy would be, let it play out in her mind, keeping silent, assuming the visuals she had built would be enough for Samuel to use his own imagination.
Samuel looked slightly crestfallen. “That’s it? You’re leaving me hanging here?”
Chloe smiled and shook her head. “Obviously I’m going to have to spell it out. I forgot men have less imagination than women.”
Samuel looked a bit put out. He pouted, but ruined it by the grin that shone through.
Chloe shook her head. “You big baby. Okay, let me spell it out for you in minute detail.”
He shone a happy grin over her, settled himself in his chair and closed his eyes, obviously looking forward to her words.
“Imagine you’re standing in the ocean. Your feet are braced apart,
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