Right Now.

What would I go for. . . .

No foreplay meal. Food and wine makes me sluggish so I'd say right now I'm not hungry so I'll pass on eating together as seduction. Except oysters! Scratch all that. I'd go for a dozen oysters!!

OK so we have some oysters. Good. Now what? Mmmmmm, how about some music? Yes! I've got it! We'll listen to records on the livingroom floor -- old Phoebe Snow and Jim Croce. Then, um, you start to undress me? Maybe we wrestle. Ack, no not this time. Oh! I'm wearing a skirt with tights and you start sliding your hand up my leg while we're talking. You don't break the thread of conversation as you slowly tickle the taut fabric between my legs. That's good, I like that. Then, er, wait. Is this kinky enough? What's going to be the thing about this time that will keep you returning to the thought of it? What's the hook here?

Do you rip my tights? Nah, too frisky. This is a more relaxed vibe. Do we need a prop like a camera or a mirror? Let me think for a minute. . . . . ..

Well fine maybe I'm not in the mood for some crazy, kinky scene.

In fact. . .

What I'm more thinking of is the opposite. I'll tell you that it's been a while, intentionally. I've held myself off the market and am feeling a bit shy and reserved, now that it comes to it. I'll ask you to lead me into it, to be my guide back to myself and that part of me. You're a little unnerved -- pressured? -- at having to step up a little more. But as I've been telling you this, we're still kissing and your hand is still under my skirt. I think we're facing each other.

As you begin to ply me with your hands and mouth, you'll feel my body open to you, albeit slowly. Your tongue tickles my ear a little but not too much before you go for my neck. A girl can't be a virgin twice, but this will have the same feeling: I'm uncertain and reserved but wanting help in pushing past that into the scheming, bold, red molten hot center of myself.

So you patiently undress me, waiting until you sense my impatience, my readiness for the next step. You'll test your own will by going slower than you need so as to give the animal urge in me room to step forward toward you. You become almost demure in your kisses so that I will push my face forward for more. Your hands retreat so I'll grab them back to me. Oh I forgot to mention this all goes out the door at the point that you get to see my breasts. They overwhelm you. They floor you. You revel in them.

Hmmm, where are we at this point? probably still on the livingroom floor, but I want us to move. The Oriental rug will hurt my knees. I'm going to say that we get ourselves red-faced and grinding on the carpet, I've loosened up and clutching for more, and then you say 'OK dear, enough of this. Come to bed.' And you lead me to wherever that is.

Do I need to go on? Or can you take it from here?