What does he have in mind?

A plan

“When I open the door, you’ll be alone at your desk. I’d like you to be writing an essay on your body, your sexuality, the power you have over men. I’d like you to be writing on cocks, on what they feel like, what they taste like. I’d like you to write about your pussy, about your slit, about what you think it would feel like to have a cock in you. Not really any cock, but my cock sliding inside of you. Can you do that?”

“Yes.”

“Are you wet now?”

“Yes.”

“Will you be wet then?”

“Definitely.”

“In fact, I’m going to arrive in 2 hours so that you’ll have time to shower and shave off your pussy hair and to pretty yourself as much as you’d like. But no makeup. And I want you to have a good chunk of time to write about yourself.

“And when I arrive, you’ll rise to meet me. Would you like to kiss me?”

“Michael, I’d like to kiss you now.”

We kissed long enough that I could feel her breath, back and forth on my cheeks. My first kiss since covid began.

“And you’ll get to kiss me then. While we kiss, you’ll feel my hands on your back, and then they’ll slide to your butt. You’re tall, so my hands will be able to cup your ass, and my fingers will feel your wetness. Will you like that?”

“Yes,” she said in a whisper.

“Then we’ll shift to something a bit more physical.”