He just left me. But I know he’ll be back.

He called me this morning. “I’ve got some time tonight,” he said. “Are you in the mood for love?”

“Yes … oh, yes!” was all I could say.

Raspberry, I thought. Tonight everything must be raspberry. I forced myself to have a leisurely day and then, in the evening, I showered and shaved, including my arms, legs and pubic area, and dabbed on perfume. I sat in front of the mirror naked and applied my makeup. Rouge, eyeliner, lashes, raspberry lipstick and my black, shoulder-length wig. As I looked at myself in the mirror, my cock was throbbing to the beat of my heart.

I went into the bedroom, where I had earlier laid my things out. Everything was that shimmering rosy color. I picked up my lycra panties and gingerly stepped into them, pulling them up tight and tucking my cock and balls deep in the crotch. Next I put on a lacy bra. Then I pulled the satin cincher around my waist and hooked it all up. It was deliciously tight. I sat and pulled on a pair of sheer silk stockings and fastened the garters dangling from the waist cincher. I then stepped into my black patent-leather heels. I was panting with excitement, and it was an effort to keep my hands away from my tightly nestled cock.

I looked at myself in the mirror again. A sexy, provocative woman looked back at me.

I finished dressing with a silky slip and a baby-pink, clingy cocktail dress that had a high neckline and fell to just over my knees. I went into the living room, put on some soft music and sat down to wait. Promptly at seven o’clock, there was a discreet knock at the door.

“Who is it?” I said through the door.

I recognized his voice when he answered. I opened the door, and he stepped in. When I took his coat, he stood back and.looked at me in the dim light of the foyer. He is fair-haired, and even though I was wearing heels, he was still two or three inches taller than me. After a moment’s silence, he said, “God, you look gorgeous. I always marvel at the way you can do that to yourself.”

“Only for you, my darling,” I answered.

We went into the living room and I asked him if he wanted a cocktail. He nodded and sat on the couch, waiting for me. When I brought him his drink, he motioned for me to sit beside him. I did. Even though we had played out this fantasy many times before, I was trembling as I sat down beside him. He took a sip of his drink, put the glass on the coffee table and put his arms around me, pulling me close. He kissed my neck and I groaned as my hands caressed his hair. I turned my head and our lips met. “Dance with me,” he said.

I rose, he took me in his arms again and we began to dance, swaying softly to the music. He was in complete command as he held me close. My head was buried in the hollow of his neck. I felt the warmth of his hands on me as they moved down my back, finally cupping my buttocks and pulling my hips tightly to his.

We stood there, just swaying to the music. I could feel his erection pressing against my abdomen. I was beside myself with desire for him, but I said nothing, afraid of breaking the spell. He kissed me again, his hot, wet tongue probing my mouth. His lips moved to my cheek, then to my ear, his tongue probing, his breath hot. He whispered, “I want your mouth on me down there.”

He released his grip on me, and I slid down his body to my knees. I caressed his ass and pressed my cheek against the bulge in his trousers. I pulled back slightly, and my trembling fingers found and pulled down his zipper. I reached in and found his warm, throbbing cock. He was wearing silk boxer shorts, and I had little trouble pulling his cock out into full view, inches from my mouth.

I gently wrapped my hand around it. My bright raspberry nail polish contrasted sharply with the whiteness of his shaft and its purple head. There was a drop of moisture at its tip, and I leaned forward and licked it off with my tongue. He sighed and I looked up at his face, into those wonderful blue eyes of his, and sensuously licked my glistening lips.

“Please don’t come yet, darling,” I said.

He shook his head and I went back to the object of my desire. I pursed my lips slightly and pressed them gently to the head of his cock. I let my lips slide over the head of his cock and down the shaft, taking as much of him in my mouth as I could. I held him like that for a moment, savoring the thought that this man was all mine, and at my mercy. Then I pulled back slowly and began a slow sucking of his cock. His hands were at the back of my head, following my movements. Mine were on his ass, which was quivering with intensity.

I increased the tempo a bit and he began breathing hard. His hands moved to my shoulders, his nails digging into me. I grasped the base of his cock with one hand and stroked it in rhythmn with my mouth. He was breathing heavily now, his hips rocking into my face. “Stop!” he gasped sharply.

He pulled me up and kissed me again. Our bodies were pressed tightly together, and my abdomen squirmed against his. His hands found the zipper at the back of my dress, and he pulled it down. I stepped back and he peeled the garment off me. It fell in a heap around my ankles. He pulled my slip up and went to his knees, feverishly kissing my stocking-clad legs. His mouth was warm and wet against the insides of my thighs. I begged him to take me to bed.

He rose and I followed him to the bedroom. I removed my slip and sat on the edge of the bed, preparing to take off my heels.

“Don’t,” he commanded. “Leave them on.”

I did as he said and lay back on the white satin sheets. He hurriedly undressed, his eyes never leaving my body. When he was naked, I opened my arms and he joined me on the bed. We were side by side at first, our arms around each other. He kissed me deeply, and his hands caressed my silken ass.

“Do you want me inside you?” he whispered.

“Yes,” I groaned. My panties were soaked.

He sat up and told me to raise my hips, and he pulled my panties off. While my hips were off the bed, he placed a couple of pillows under them, then reached for the lubricating jelly on the nightstand. He inserted his finger in my anus and began lubricat ing it. As he did, he bent over and wrapped his lips around my cock. I closed my eyes and let the sweet sensations roll over me. I felt his mouth leave my cock, and he shifted his body. I could feel him above me now, and then I felt the tip of his cock against my hole.

“Be gentle with me, darling,” I begged.

He pushed in slowly, and my breath caught as I felt myself give way to him. It was only a few seconds, but it seemed an eternity, as his cock impaled me. When he was in me all the way, he stayed still for a moment. My muscles were quaking uncontrollably and my cock, pressed against his abdomen, was slick and wet.

“Relax,” he whispered, and kissed me again.

I tried to calm down and control my breathing. At that moment I was totally possessed by him. “Fuck me,” I whimpered.

He began to move, pulling himself almost out of me, then thrusting in again to the hilt. I groaned in ecstasy with each push, squeezing him furiously. The woman in me marveled at this fabulous man making love to me, drawing out my deepest feelings.

He began thrusting harder and faster and my hips responded, pushing up to meet him. My fingernails raked his back, and my silken feet in their high heels were waving in the air.

“I’m coming,” he grunted.

I felt the tip of my own cock begin to tingle as he pushed harder and faster. I was completely out of control now. My eyes were rolled back and my head thrashed from side to side on the pillow. His cock felt hot and huge, plundering my insides, and I loved it. My muscles contracted and what seemed like quarts of semen spurted between our bodies. And then he came, filling me with his love cream.

When it was over, he washed me tenderly with a warm washcloth. He gently undressed me, taking off my shoes, stockings and underwear. I slipped into a silk nightie and fell asleep in his arms.

He left before dawn, quietly so as not to wake me. But, as I said, I know he’ll be back.