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metaphors… not even a contrived plotline or a story arc. It’s just us, and I figure that might be a let down for you.
    Some people read my books because of the language – the way I describe scenes – and I realize this must be a very different reality you’re experiencing. It’s just me, uncensored and unfiltered. I actually feel unarmed – unable to hide behind character conversation and all those neat things that writers use to create a sense of atmosphere.
    Instead you’ve got me, alone with you in your private place, and I figure an exotic location with a compelling hero right now might just be a lot more appealing than listening to the real me.
    I hope you don’t really feel that way. I hope so far I’ve been all you expected: entertaining at least. I am enjoying our time together, but I can’t seem to shake the vision of watching you pleasure yourself.
    I said earlier that every woman has a fantasy.
    Well men do too…
    Touch yourself.
    Do it – not because I’m commanding you, but because I’m releasing you – giving you permission to free yourself from inhibitions… allowing you to be yourself with me watching you.
    Touch yourself because you want to, and because I want to watch you.
    We’ve reached that stage now, haven’t we? I feel like I can share almost anything with you – and I want you to feel the same way. I don’t want barriers of self-consciousness to inhibit you for a moment more.
    So touch yourself. Right now.
    Slide your fingers down between your spread legs and let yourself relax. Draw your fingertips across the smooth skin of your inner thigh and then let them meander slowly higher. Take your time. Tease yourself. Draw out the moment for as long as you want – there’s no hurry. We’ve got plenty of time. I want you to enjoy the delicious pleasure of feeling aroused and reacting to that urge in complete privacy – in complete safety.
    Because it’s just you and me alone here, and I’m watching you from the shadows. No one else will know. You have some of my secrets, and now I want to share this intimate pleasure with you. It will be something to take with me when I leave tonight. Something I can always savor and remember.
    Say, ‘yes Sir.’ Whisper it as your fingers glide across the sensitive flesh of your pussy. Say ‘yes, Jason.’ 
    If I could touch you right now, I’d start with your shoulders, standing very close behind you so that our bodies were brushing against each other – so that I could feel the heat of you against me.
    Could you imagine that?
    Could you imagine standing in a shadow struck room, maybe with just a little pale light filtering in through the windows? The house would be quiet and we would be alone. I’d appear from out of the gloom. You’d smell my aftershave first, then sense that I was nearby.
    I’d reach for you, pull you back against me and then begin to caress your shoulders.
    Not massage. Caress. This would be sensual, provocative… the touch of my fingers suggesting that I wanted more from you.
    How would you respond?
    Would you close your eyes, throw your head back and gift me the long soft tender flesh of your throat? Would your breathing hitch? And if one of my arms wrapped around your waist and drew you close to me, would that be all right?
    I can hear your breathing turn husky in the back of your throat and feel little pieces of you melting.
    Shhhh.
    It’s okay. I want you to relax. I want you to slip into fantasy. We’re sharing this together, you and I. It’s intimacy made sensual. Go with it.
    Imagine me gliding my hand slowly – very slowly – up over your body until I have one of your breasts cupped possessively.
    Would you like that?
    Lean against me. Sway back. It’s perfectly okay. I want to feel you closer to me, and I want to be able to draw my lips down along your throat and smell the lingering scent of your perfume, and that first musky hint of deeper feminine desire.
    Our bodies would sway slowly, pressed