# Burn Him With Desire With a Sparked Foreplay
The first time I let my boyfriend touch me felt incredibly heavenly. It was sweet and bizarre and I couldn’t decide between the pain and pleasure. But the first time I caressed the brawny, tattooed back of my boyfriend, I saw something shrivel and expand within him and it gleamed with a strange sort of gratification that held me in its sheer sexual enchantment. Not only was I in control, but also that he was enjoying being at a receiving end, lying face down with deep breaths, waiting for more surprises from me to tease his hot spots.
