The Scarf

I fold a large square silk scarf into a triangle, then continue folding it over until it makes a wide band. When he comes into the room I tell him to take his clothes off and lie down on the bed, face up.

He looks at me with the sheepish grin he always has when I tell him to do something, rather than ask (which isn't often). His green eyes twinkle as he reaches down to unbutton his shirt.

"Which way do you want me to put my head?" he asks as he stands naked at the foot of the bed.

"It doesn't matter," I reply, watching him as he unabashedly lies down on the bed. I admire his firm abdomen, his modest penis, his wavy blonde hair which falls over his forehead.

Sitting near him, I tie the scarf around his head, making sure there is no space to let light in. "I'm going to put this over your eyes so everything will be dark," I say calmly. "I want you to close your eyes and focus your attention on what you feel, on the sensations you are experiencing." As I'm talking I notice his penis twitch and I wonder what is arousing him — or is it just a random discharge of tension?

I lay my left hand on his forehead, then, palm down over his third eye. I place my other hand on top, not pressing hard, and I keep both hands there, letting my energy flow into him.

Then I begin a light, overall touching and stroking of his body, starting with his face and continuing onto his arms, hands, chest (here I dawdle a bit and play with his curly almost white hair), and stomach. As I near his belly button his cock twitches again, and I notice that it has a slight erection.

"You like that, don't you?" I murmur and begin circling his navel slowly with my index finger, coming closer and closer to the center.

With my idle hand I reach for the jar of Albolene, which I've left uncovered next to the bed. I get a gob the size of a miniature marshmallow on my finger and put it in his belly hole, stirring it with my finger while it liquefies.

He begins to strain under my touch, reaching down with his hand towards his now erect cock.

"Don't do that, " I admonish him. "Just lie there and feel what I'm doing."

And I continue stroking his belly button, pretending that my finger is a tiny penis, arousing him and urging him on towards orgasm.

"Let me. . . ." He hesitates, groping for the right desire. "Let me touch you, fuck you, let me. . . ."

I stop him again. "Lie back. Trust me."

He relaxes, closes eyes again, and takes a deep breath. Suddenly I take my other hand, dip it quickly into the Albolene, and wiggle it into his asshole. Then I lean over, engulf his cock with my mouth, and stroke him to the finish, giving him three sensations, belly, penis, and anus, to bring him pleasure.

(from Jersey Girl Fantasies)