I could probably write thousands of essays that start with that title. And maybe I will. Lord knows there’s never enough sexy talk.

Normally I love some foreplay but let’s get to it.

A woman taking you by the hand. Offering to lead you to a place of carnal delights. It’s the confidence of her saying “I know what you want, I know what I want to give you. Let’s take this somewhere else.”

Anticipation itself can drive you mad. And there’s so much in the steps you take. Walking through her house. Climbing up the stairs. Wondering what it’s going to be like when you get there. Thinking about the angle of her hips. The arch of her back. What it would be like to put your lips to the back of her neck. To the side. Feeling her pulse against your mouth.

When she leads you to a dark room. She removes her robe or clothing. Or maybe she wasn’t wearing anything at all. Knowing that you would come along based on the shape of her figure. She gives you a smile and asks you why you’re still dressed. She starts to undress you. Maybe she gives you a small smile or she remains focused on the task at hand.

When you’re undressed, she gets to see your desire. She raises an eyebrow. Gives you a smile and leans in for a kiss. You seize her by the waist. Pulling her close against you. Maybe you start to push her back towards the bed. The traditional place for this kind of fun.

Or maybe you take to your knees in front of your goddess. Praising her the way she deserves. Kissing your way down her body. Kissing and fondling her breasts. Dipping your tongue into her belly button. Running your tongue down her stomach.

Down to the part in between her legs. Kissing up into it. Feeling her hands enter your hair and push your tongue farther into her. Listening to her moans. She thought that she was going to give you pleasure. She will. But not right now, it’s about her. She pulls you back to your feet. She wants to kiss you and tastes herself in the process. The two of you make it to the bed.

You’re already hard from hearing her moan. She’s already wet from your mouth. You push into her. She lets out a cry as you bury yourself to the hilt. You start slow. You build up. You pull yourself at the moment of release and paint her stomach.

You clean her up and the two of you fall into each other’s arms. You think about the places that you want to lead her. Will you take her by the hand? Or will you seize her in your arms? Lift her off her feet? Carry her the rest of the way?

Or maybe you won’t make it that far. But hey, with the right position, a carefully positioned rug. That floor doesn’t hurt that much.