What am I wearing? Would you like the truth, or a tease? I'll always tell you the truth!

I'm sitting in a comfortable chair, the one that you like, the one where we play sometimes.

What I'm wearing is soft, it hangs beautifully on me, caressing my skin. I smooth it down over my belly and hips, creating a thrill of friction against my nipples.

Black, of course. Yes, there are buttons... you know how much I love it when you slowly undo my buttons and gently reveal my breasts. I always watch you, hoping to see that sexy, hungry, smile as you push the fabric back and find I have nothing but skin underneath.

I'm sensitive to the lightest touch. My breasts rise, aching, imagining your hands running over them. Cupping each one and then taking my nipples in your mouth. Sometimes gentle, sometimes nipping and pinching. Always arousing.

You wish you were here now? Would you like to be in the chair? With me on my knees in front of you. My hands running up over your legs and hips, holding you around the waist. My head hard up against your belly as I use my mouth just how (and where) you like it.

I would shiver with excitement if you reached over me to stroke my arse, tried to reach through my legs to feel how wet I am. Would you lift my head to kiss me? Or guide me for your pleasure knowing I was enjoying it just as much.

So have you guessed what I'm wearing? Silk? Satin? Leather? Or flannel pyjamas?