Ok, so imagine a candle-lit room, soft music playing gently in the background, a nice light meal, a bottle of good wine, some dancing and romancing barefoot on a silk-soft rug in front of glowing embers in the fireplace. I look you in the eyes and reach for your top button. I kiss you, eyes still open, and unbutton once. We kiss again and I unbutton twice. My warm hands reach into your open blouse and your eyes flash wide when I send the rest of your buttons flying in one strong, fluid motion. Your bra is gone, deftly unhooked and tossed away and now our eyes close as I hold you close for more deep kisses, my fingertips lightly stippling your newly bare flesh. Another quick move and I’ve swept you into my arms, lifting your body to taste your breasts and then, still kissing them, I kneel and lay you gently on the rug, reveling in the golden light and dusky shadows on your body. A moment later and you’re skirt and stockings are gone as well and my hands roam, almost tickling but never quite, exploring, exploring, pressing your shoulders down, sliding across your belly, lifting behind first one knee and then the other, raising one arm and then the other over your head. And then, before you can react, creamy-soft ropes snake ‘round your wrists and moments later your ankles. More kisses, more stroking, then a blindfold. You hear a little clink of fine china and then the unexpected aroma of fresh heavy cream, perfectly warmed to body temperature, and the sensual pleasure as I pour it over neck, chest, breasts, belly, thighs, toes…

Then after a final kiss you hear my footsteps towards the door. The door opens…

...and 500 tiny, hungry puppies scamper in to lap and nip the cream with little tongues and sharp but very weak tiny teeth. :-)