#gingerpowers

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Imagine yourself in a warm, comfortable room, music playing softly in the background, the only source of light a few candles placed strategically about, and your magnificent body lies prone with nothing at all separating your skin from the soft fibers of the lush carpeting.  I am kneeling at your side, unclothed except for a leather collar around my throat and matching restraint cuffs on my wrists.  My eyes are downcast so as not to make direct contact with your own.

I speak softly, “If it pleases you, Sir, may I show you my devotion with the air which encircles our bodies?” You merely nod your head to show approval.  I move quietly to the top of your body and lean forward whispering, “Master, will you close your eyes and feel my warm breath as it touches you, inch by inch, until it has caressed your entire body?”  I inhale softly and begin to blow lightly…seductively over your forehead. My lips so close to your skin that any movement on your part would have us touching.

I work my way over your face, pausing a moment over your lips, teasing them open with a persistent stream of hot air.  But I do not respond to their open invitation.  My journey continues onto your long neck and down the left side of your body, paying special attention to each of your long, talented fingers.

 When I reach your hip, your cock jerks a bit as if beckoning my lips to approach.  But my journey continues down your leg to the left foot and begins the trip north again on the right side of your form.  This time I linger a bit as I reach your groin.  Hot breath escapes my glistening lips as they trace the outline of your cock which has started to become more rigid.  Warm bursts of air at its tip cause you to moan. I think you might stop me and demand to be pleasured so I quickly move on to the higher regions of your torso. Once again your fingers receive individual attention….my breath so warm…you can imagine it my tongue licking each digit.

Finally I arrive back at your face with its sculptured features…the smile replaced with a strained expression.  I stop at those lips speaking so softly you can barely hear me. “I’m finished using the air around us, Master.  Now shall I use my tongue?”