greenberg  You asked for descriptive: I see a woman who understands the power of contrast. The stark white of your skin against the dark of the room. The innocence of the lace against the deliberate, adult provocation of the jewel in your navel. You haven’t just posted pictures; you’ve issued an invitation to a specific kind of mind.
I wouldn’t tear that lace thong, I would peel it from you, tracing the path it takes, following the white edge over the slope of your hip. I would kneel to taste the pinkness revealed. My mouth would explore that jewel at your navel first, the cool metal against my tongue, before journeying lower, to learn the scent of your skin, the taste of that beautiful shaved pink perfection and the sounds of your pleasure.
You asked what I want. I want to let you hear the lust this side of the screens. Not just seen, not just desired, lusted after.