I love the thrill and excitement of pure arousal. There is power in knowing when a man is aroused in my presence, near or far, by mere suggestion. He shows me his excitement or tells me of his arousal, revealing his pure insatiable desire. That excitement, that power, it's like a drug. The approval of merging the sexual energy is even more intoxicating. The power of denying someone who is unworthy has been equally gratifying at times. But I'd be lying if I said I prefer it. Using those magical, erotic forces for pure pleasure and satisfaction in a mutual longing for one another, in the flesh... there is an art in the subtlety of the tease, a lost art perhaps.