I love it when we leave the light on. I love how the glow plays with your skin along with me, pooling itself in some places, casting shadows in others. I love that the light creates a map superimposed on your body, illuminating paths always there but usually invisible. I love how the curve of your shoulder shines and how the hollow at your throat hides from my tongue. I love to chase the light along your skin, pausing in the dark places to tease you. I love to make you tremble with wanting. I would love to make you beg, but I haven’t succeeded yet. I love how the light makes my wet tongue tracks glisten, highlighting my route. I love how hard your cock is while I’m doing this, and I love to watch as a puddle of desire forms a lake in its shadow on your belly. I love how excited you are by what I am and am not doing. I love your moaning. I love pushing you from the light to the dark and back again with only my hands and my tongue as tools. I love to play in two dimensions, neither of us ever entering the other but only traveling the topography of our bodies. I love this journey of secrets.