to be able to say I did this to someone:

As you walk in the door, you will spot an arrangement of pink hydrangeas with a note taped to the vase. You open the missive to find instructions to strip naked and there is also a map to where you are headed. On you way, you will notice the furniture is sparse and the walls are largely un-adorned. The owner has recently purchased this house, and I am “barrowing” it for this rendezvous . As you near the X on your map, on the second floor, you come upon a door that leads into a walk-in closet adjacent to the master bedroom. In the center of this all but empty closet is a dressing table. On top of it is a unmatched set of camisole and panties. They match in that they are both Hello Kitty. The cami is black and the panties are green. There is a second note with these clothes. It is the same hand as the note before. My hand. I have written to tell you to come into the bedroom.
You rush into the bedroom. Your eager. You need me, but all that you think that you find is an empty bed. I see your shoulders slump in disappointment as you make for the far side of the bed. You jump, a little startled, as I command you to sit on this side of the bed facing the mirrored wall. The mirrored wall, in your haste, you hadn’t noticed. The same haste that had you overlook me in the shadowy leather chair in the corner. Now that you know I’m there, you can see me shirtless massaging my groin through my pants. In your shock, you have neglected to obey me so I tell you again to sit on the bed. You quickly comply. I then proceed to explain what I want you to do. How I want you to lean back on the bed and bring your feet up to rest on the edge of the bed slightly wider than your hips so that your warming cunt strains tightly against your provided panties. I say aloud, “You know what you like. I want you to play with yourself. Your nipples you may handle however you like. I’d like to see them out. If it suits you, but down bellow you must do everything through your drawers. I want them sopping wet. They will be my trophy.”
As you commence to pleasure yourself, I unzip my pants and release my engorged member. I work it’s length slowly and deliberately. I’m not striving for release. I’m enjoying myself, but this is mostly a visual for you. To more easily convince yourself that your fingers are me. I’m not ready for release yet.
I’m more interested in your every move. To see what is you like when you rub yourself. I am taking measure of your every stroke. Cataloguing every twist and circle that has you close your eyes in ecstasy. I can see the panties moisten and you smell is in the air. I inhale deeply. I love your smell. I wanna touch you, but it still isn’t time. You moan as you reach your climax.
The undies are a mess and my cock is throbbing in its excitement. I raise up out of my chair and step out of my pants. I saunter over between your legs. I’m having a hard time reining my boy in. Its still not time. You aren’t helping. Trying to pull me in and wrap your legs around me. I place my hands in the bands of the panties. Bringing my face close to your crotch. I let out a guttural grunt. I grunt so deep and animalistic you can feel it in your twat. That and way hands at your hips is the only touch you get so far. I pull Hello Kitty slowly down your legs.
I see you expression of disappointment as I walk away to circle the bed, but you keep your place. That’s a good girl. You feel the motion of the mattress as I come up behind you. My hands are at your waist again to retrieve the slightly less moistened piece of clothing. Even the smell of your sweat is intoxicating. I remove the top, but keep my eyes on the mirror to see the bob of your breast as they clear the fabric. I put the clothing aside on the night stand.
I lean in to talk in your ear. My stubble brazes your silky smooth cheeks. “Encore, s'il vous plaît.” My French is not so good, but I only practice it here with you. You smile at the effort anyway. I adore your mouth. Not just for what it has done to me before (my little friend twitches at the thought). I wanna turn your head and taste these lips too. I force myself on before I loose all restraint.
I am less interested in every motion you ply yourself with this time. This time it’s only to catch the change ups. You play your body spectacularly. Every orgasm is an opus. Again , I am in your ear. “Comment goûtez-vous aujourd'hui?” (how do you taste today?). This time, with out the cloth inhibitor, your fingers are deep inside of you. You remove them and hold them above your shoulder. I sniff the proffered digits before lightly apply my tongue to their tips. “Nnngh, “ my only approval as I take them into my mouth to suckle every drop of you. I am slow to release your hand, but when I do It is to say, “bon” (good).
You are on my lips now. I cannot go on watching any more. My manly hands find your hips again and I lift you onto the center of the bed. I take you from behind. You been so patient. I’ll take you as you like it. My tongue is the first to enter you. You are still sticky and dripping from before. I work the area ferociously to lap up every iota of you. You hadn’t quite peaked from your second round so you rapidly come on my face prompting a second go of my tongue.
My fingers are inserted into you and I work them in and out slowly. They are getting you warmed up again. I can feel the heat rising in you puss with every delving pulse. I take out them out. I am in position to mount you properly. My fingers are good, but they were just the emcee between the opener and the main act.
I run the tip of my dick along your slit prior to wickedly asking, “Voulez-vous ceci?” (do you want this). You nearly scream your begging of “Yes, please”. I pull pack taunting you, “En français, ma petite divergence.” (in French, my little slut) I am slapping your cunt lips with my Johnson to further taunt you until you squeak out your “Oui, s'il vous plaît”. I slide into you gently. Exquisite is the feel of your heat raging against my own. I work my strokes in you slowly. Not because you need the lubrication, but because I’m taking in the feel of your labia as they slide back and forth touching my shaft. I get pleasure from that feeling, but I wanna be deeper in you. My rhythm mounts. My balls are aching with the force of when they hit your backside. Your chest is now to the bed spread. Your cheek to the pillow. Your eyes have been closed for some time, so sweet is your nirvana. You bite down on the tip of your thumb to stifle a squeal. I suspect you know what this does to me. If its possible, I thrust harder. I feel your mound spasm around my cock as you let out a moan to great to hold back. I feel your juices drip down my sack. I shove in as deep as I can go. I have found my release right behind you. My man goop has caused more of your nectar to be displaced down my leg, but I stay within you. Turning you to your side to lay next to you and hold you. Just prior to you drifting off I whisper, “Je vous aime.”