A lonely desk on a Monday night can be a painful thing. Football awaits my arrival home, but after that, what will fill the emptiness of a heart desperate for passion? A fantasy of you will do.

"Honey, I’m in the shower." The sight of warm water cascading down your silky frame has my loins pulsating with desire. Passion racing through my heart as you lather your body, the stare we share makes us hungry for immediate care. I want you. I need you. Badly. Seeing my look of greed, yearning to appease my need, you tease me by doing a slow, soapy, hypnotic hip grind. Taking a sharp breath, we both notice that the throbbing between my legs has become intense. "Come join me, baby." You don’t have to ask twice.

Emitting a soft groan as you wrap your legs around me, I realize the power your stems have over my mind and body. Tongues and teeth in unison, we dance the forbidden dance reserved for those in lust. In a while, I realize that firm breasts aren’t enough this evening, nor are passionate pecks.

Now in the bedroom, I lay you on the bed and leave the room. You are bewildered. Seeing me return with chocolate syrup and a banana sends rivulets of anticipation through you. "Give Mommy the fruit…" Obliging to your request, I watch the seductive peeling, then oral stimulation of this defenseless tool. "Mmmm, Daddy, I need something bigger… Put some syrup on it." All the while, I’m thinking, "The syrup’s for you."

"Do you mind if I stroke you up?" Seeing you lip-sync the music of Changing Faces as you drink, then pour sweet, brown liquid over my swollen urgency sends me crashing through all STOP signs as you journey to its purple brim. The mixture of chocolate and pre-come arouses you as your oral devotion works an erect treasure reserved especially for your love. My heart beating rapidly as you push my hard flesh deeper into your moisture, the pleasurable sensation is too much to endure, as a mixture of milky white dew and Hershey’s erupts… THERE!!! "Mmmm, baby, I love your chocolate milk," you giggle after quenching your thirst.

Cueing on your affectionate eroticism, I return you to your back and empty the contents of our creativity onto your glorious nudity. Commencing at your eyes, I start with tantalizing, tasteful lip taps. Soon, those pecks unleash a tongue, licking and lapping its way through the chocolate, to berry-sweet nipples. "Mmmm, my own covered strawberries," I groan, reaching your fountain-filled navel. Barely enough fluid there to satisfy, I know a place that’ll comply.

Prying open your soaked, syrupy womanhood with an avid, active creature, I plunge into you with the unchained animalism of a wild beast starving for nourishment. The undeniable, indescribable swelling of your passion I feel rising as I go deeper…my tongue…my mouth…my nose. Like a rain-soaked flower of eternal love, you drip on my bald pate, wanting, yearning, ready to explode. Pulling my mouth tight against you, you peak once…twice…thrice. Mmmmm, I like that.

Like bees covered in honey, from temple to toes we wear our sticky sundae. But hunger cravings only soul mates share leaves us both wanting more. As I move atop you, you guide the length of me to its warm destination. Entering you with a single thrust, a gentle squeal escapes you as my love for you hits the right spot over and over again. "Shivering is good, my love," I whisper softly as I hear you whimper, then feel you wither against my masculinity. Hearing you say, "I love you," at your climax brought on a generous offering on my behalf, without delay. Collapsing into a cuddle, we share a parting kiss as I reluctantly leave the fantasy of another lonely night.