Tonight is the first time I’ll get to see my girlfriend naked.

No, it’s not because we haven’t had sex before; we have — dozens of wild, hot, passionate times. But always with the lights off. Not by my choice, but at her insistence. I could barely get my hand under her shirt before she’d slip away to turn off the lights and plunge us into a mysterious darkness. At first I thought it a mild and slightly kinky quirk, getting to know her purely by feel, appreciating her with my hands and mouth and cock but not my eyes. But after a few months, during which she’d refused to go any further than making out unless we were in the dark, I realized that it would be up to me, or else it would be a long while, possibly never, before I got to see and feel her in all her true glory.

She is still exquisite, passionate, generous, and gorgeous, giving herself up to me again and again as I slide my cock inside her, begging me to take her, to fuck her hard and deep and dirty. She is as wild as any girl I’ve been with. Last night, through the dim glare of the streetlights, I could see her body as she bucked up and down beneath me, the faint outline of the hair surrounding her pussy, the way her breasts bounced as she moved.

Sometimes I close my eyes, lean in close to her, savor the feeling of having her pressed underneath me. But even though I understand her desire for darkness, her need for privacy, her fear of her own body, I need more. I need to see her splayed out in front of me, to see her offering herself to me, spreading her legs, wanting me in the same ways I want her. I want her to see just how hard she makes my cock, to see the way her nipples jut out when she’s aroused, to watch as I slide myself deep inside her. I need to see her to make it real, to know that she is fully there with me every step of the way, as feverish for me as I am for her.

Even though sex should be simply about touch, about feeling her hot, warm skin, her puckered nipples, her hot, slippery cunt, her nails scraping down my back, and this should feel the same seen or unseen, it doesn’t. Not to me, anyway. I’ve always heard that men are more visual creatures than women, but that can’t explain all of it. She is so beautiful, a vision whenever she greets me at the door. Sometimes her beauty takes my breath away, and I want to see her at her most beautiful, see her true essence shining pure and free.

Even though what she’s offered me up till now should be enough, it’s simply not. It can’t be. I have given her a choice she cannot refuse: sex with the lights on or no sex at all. She has chosen the former, clearly desperate, and I almost expect her to stamp her feet and throw a fit at this injustice, but she surprises me. I’ve let her go at her own pace, and I sit on the bed, patiently waiting for her, my eyes closed and my cock already hardening at the thought of what awaits me.

She enters the room modestly, in a silky red bathrobe that hugs her every curve. She looks at me from across the room like we’ve never been together, like she’s a young virgin forcing herself to be deflowered. Yet I know there is more inside of her than meets the eye, and I am determined to find that slutty wanton girl who lives to give herself up to me.

From the moment she enters my sight to the moment she is splayed out beneath me, I know that this is infinitely better for both of us than anything that has come before. We are more alive and more powerful, adding this next, necessary sense to our play. I can’t help but regret all those months of darkness, of furtive groping, hiding from something there is no reason to be afraid of. As I stare down at her, I’m torn between feelings of tenderness and savagery; I want to caress her, stroke her hair, kiss her softly, then slam my cock into her hard and fast and deep.

She is lying there with her eyes closed, still afraid to look, but this is something she must do, for both of us. I tap her cheek lightly, see the eyes spring wide-open in surprise and just a little bit of fear. She warily keeps them open, and I let her sit there for a moment, simply looking. Then I tug her so she is sitting up, and bring her toward the full-length mirror on the back of her door. I press my face against her ear and whisper, “Look at how beautiful you are” as my hand snakes down to her pussy, fuzzy after last week’s shaving. I hold open her lips, then run my fingers between them, up and down, savoring the beginnings of wetness I find there.

I shove my fingers inside and watch as they emerge coated in her juices, and get to both see and feel her shiver as I pull out. “I’m going to fuck you right here in a little while,” I tell her, in a voice slightly above a whisper, my breath falling along that tender spot between her shoulder and her ear — the most ticklish part of her neck that I know is so sensitive, the slightest touch there can instantly arouse her.

Her eyes are starting to close, but this time in delight. I let them close, but only for a moment, as my fingers plunge inside her again. Closing your eyes is a sign of abandon, and while I want her to feel that rush of freedom, I want her right here and now, in her gorgeous fleshy body, in my hands. I want her to see what she does to me and what I want to do for her. Tingles run up and down my spine and my cock stiffens even more at the sight of the breasts that I’ve touched so many times but under cover of darkness. There’s something about seeing them in all their ripe glory, begging me to touch them, about the way

I can see the flush creep up her cheeks as I hold her tits and savor them. I pinch a nipple hard, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger, watching it bend and twist, trying in vain to escape. With the other hand, I press a nipple deeply into her skin, pushing, pushing, pressure upon pressure, before letting it go.

Her eyes dart here and there, gazing in wonder at all that is before her. I want her to see herself the way that I do — filled with awe and lust and need. I want her to see herself as someone she never wants to take her eyes off of, who is infinitely fascinating and arousing, rich in beauty and detail and totally unique. And I want her to want me back in the same way, with a need so primal and urgent, she must experience it with all her senses. She doesn’t say anything, but I can see the longing in her eyes, the drool on her lips, the explosions happening inside her, the ever madder energy waiting to be released. I can see the way my cock, hard and seemingly ready to burst, affects her, deepening her need to be filled by me.

She’s exactly where I want her to be, frantic and frenzied and overwhelmed, willing to do anything to get what she wants. She settles on her back and simply looks at me, beckoning me to fulfill her dirtiest dreams. I will tease her, briefly, but most of all I will make her watch, will send extra-special shivers of arousal all through her body as I climb on top of her and bring my cock slowly toward her lips. They open of their own accord, without thought, by sheer instinct, and I slide into her wet, willing mouth as if my cock has finally found its long-awaited home. Her lips close around it, but when I see her eyes close, I pull out and tap my cock against her cheeks.

With a firm whack I command, “Watch,” and then pull away, trailing my hardness down her neck and over her chest, toying with her nipples, dying to beat off and spurt all over her tits but continuing down to her slick and eager cunt. I know it will get her off. I can hear her breathing quickly as I tease her nipples, gently tugging on them and then licking them, swirling my tongue around them before grasping them, one at a time, in my teeth. They are so small, those nipples, yet they fit her perfectly, and I hear the hissing sound she makes every time I tug on them just so. For a second I glance up at her and see that she is watching, fascinated, and I give her a show, pulling a nipple between my teeth away from her body, drawing it out so she can see the bright pink nub as I grind into it. Suddenly I want to devour her, feast on every inch of her, and I will.

But first she will watch, and I pinch her cheeks to remind her that she needs to do as I say. She looks up at me, hopeful, a little frightened at the newness of it all, filled with yearning. I tilt her head downward so she can see my cock, hard and needy and desperate just for her. Her mouth opens slightly, letting out a soft whimper, and it’s all I can do to not slam her down on the bed and shove my cock inside her wet, slick hole, but I hold off. I play with myself, let her watch me rub my cock, her eyes riveted, her body crackling with energy and fire.

Then I abruptly turn her over so her smooth back and ass are in front of me. Her head is thrust into the sheets and I let her close her eyes while I take in her gorgeous flesh — smooth, tender, free of marks and tattoos and blemishes. I run my hand from the nape of her neck down, traveling over her spine until I reach the curves of her ass. I knead her cheeks, plump and perfect in my hand, just the right size.

Then I bring my hand up and smack her hard on one cheek, then the other, the single slap singeing her skin to a light red in the shape of my hand. A shiver passes through me when I see my own artwork upon her. She moves slightly, almost imperceptibly, but I know that she wants more. Her ass inches upwards ever so delicately, not wanting to be so impertinent as to demand that I spank her further, but doing so nevertheless.

I again bring my hand up and then down as severely as I can; there will be no light warm-up for her tonight. Tonight I want to push her limits, and my own, to make her watch, to do things she does not yet know she wants but will come to need fiercely. She bangs her fist against the bed as I continue to spank her, not letting up, as each handprint blends into the other, a lovely shade of red set against the paleness of the rest of her skin. I watch as the redness creeps down, my strikes moving toward the delicate area between her ass and her thigh.

I hold her down, stretch out her tender skin, spank her along her tender thighs, hear the hissing of her breath as I make contact. I can almost feel the heat from her cunt, know the liquid warmth I will find there, can feel the desire emanating from her, but I resist touching her there for the moment. I turn her over and look into her eyes, see the reflection of tears glinting in them, the smile that tells me

she has enjoyed her spanking just as much as I have. I pull her to me and kiss her deeply, shoving my tongue into her mouth.

I bring her to the mirror, angle her head so she can see the rosy redness of her ass, then finally give her what she’s been seeking by plunging two fingers into her dripping wetness. She sucks in her breath, tightens around me. I push deeper, then pull out of her and shove my fingers into her mouth. I turn her around and press her flat against the door, against the mirror. Her juices will probably smear it, but I don’t care. I have tempted both of us long enough.

I slide my cock inside her, watching as it disappears into her center, then pull it out and slam it in again, hard. I wish I had a camera to capture this most perfect moment, a series of snapshots as we approach perfect bliss. She screams as I plunge all the way inside, a scream that echoes out of her, one of pleasure and power and release. I am only human, can only last so long, and this delicious teasing, this display worthy of the finest museums, watching my cock slide in and out of her sweet, swollen lips, has pushed me over the edge. I pull out, turn her around to face me, and pump my cock as I come all over her. This time I don’t have to say a word.

A smile lights her face and her eyes are glued to my cock as it overflows with hot jets of whiteness all along her chest, dripping down, a glorious mess.

I realize that we don’t need a camera — this is not an image either of us will ever forget.