You are wearing a blindfold before I lead you into the room. Our playroom. I don’t want you to see what’s on the table.

I lead you to a chair and tell you to sit down. There’s a little smile on your face as you wonder what I’ve dreamt up. I go to the table and make my first choice.

I place something against your lips and you flinch slightly, just out of surprise, then you open your mouth and taste. Prawn mayonnaise. You take it from my fingers and lick your lips. I give you more and a little mayonnaise drips onto your chest. You move your hand to wipe it away, but I stop you and use my tongue to clean you. Now you are beginning to get the idea. A few more prawns and my fingers are really messy.

The next time I place something against your lips, it’s my fingers, and as soon as you realise this, you lick and suck each one clean. By the time you’ve finished, your cock is beautifully hard. And I am so very wet. But not yet. The wait is the tease, the best part - the chase, the hunt, before the prey is captured.

There is a little mayonnaise left on your lips and I use the tip of my tongue to lick you clean. And you just let me. And I can hear you breathing hard.

The back to the table for the next course. Short pasta, with strips of chicken, in more sauce. Tomato this time.

I feed you again and this time you try and nip my fingers, which earns you a light slap on your thigh. You try and grab my hand, laughing, but I push it back down and you relax back into the chair, smiling.

I take a piece of chicken and stroke it across your lips and your tongue follows. But what you can’t see next is that I place it between my teeth and then give it to you, so that when you go to take it, you find my lips and I just kiss you lightly and move away, letting you eat the chicken. Then my lips are back on yours, and my tongue pushes into your mouth. My hands reach down and hold yours where they are, not letting you touch me. You try to break free, but I hold you down and you give in. We kiss for a long time and all I want is to let go of your hands and feel them moving all over me. Touching, stroking. But not yet. Soon, but not yet.

I go back to the table and pick up two things. One is a glass of chilled white wine. I place it against your mouth and you drink and I kiss you lightly, tasting the wine on your lips.

The other thing is a bowl of ice cream. I let you have some, and then deliberately let some drip down on to your chest and your stomach. You flinch at the cold, but you know what I’m going to do.

My tongue feels warm as I lick the ice cream off you. Then, even though you can’t see me, I look up at you and grin. The next drips of ice cream fall on your cock, but I don’t give you time to flinch before my tongue and mouth descend on you, licking and sucking.