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You wake to find your hands tied together to the top
of the bed. He knows you want to experiment but you find it so sudden. You
are the type of person who has to plan things. There is an order to life.
The sun rises and sets, we wake and sleep. Chaos is randomness,
nothingness. But you are open to it.
What can it possibly hurt you think to yourself. Testing the bonds, wrists
twist back and forth. The sensation of the silk sliding sends shivers up
and down your spine. The bonds are tight, but not so tight as to hurt.
Your hands easily slid back and forth. You’ve had your eyes closed to
assimilate the feeling of being tied, not in control. This sends a thrill
to your center. Anything could happen and you would have no way of
stopping any of it. You try to open your eyes but find nothing, darkness,
complete and utter.
There is a third scarf, so far unknown. He has covered your eyes. The
sense that is relied on by far the most. Now you feel panic inching its
way through your body. The icy fingers inching along the inside of your
legs, down your back. The cool breath rushing along your face, breathing
upon your neck. "Eric?" you call out tentatively. The fear is in your
voice, and you hate it. This is your game, you want this, wanted this.
"Eric, you answer me now! Where are you?" A pleading tone this time. The
fear is there now. You hear it, feel it, taste it.
Get a hold of yourself, he loves you he would never hurt you. A game, this
is just a game. Then the sound comes, a slight brushing noise. You know
then he is padding down the hall, dragging his feet as he goes. He does
this constantly, his way of telling you he's coming or just his way of
walking, you never know. You turn your head toward the sound, or at least
where it must be coming from. With no sight, it is very disorienting.
Right, left, up, down, it all seems the same. "Eric, say something baby,
just so I know you are. This is okay; I just need to know so I can get my
bearings.
Baby, I love you, but I need to see. It will make it so much better." Your
words rush out, uncertain if he is even there. But at these words, you
hear a soft sighing noise. You know he heard the words, suddenly fearful
he will end the game you strain against the bonds. To feel him, to show
him your desire, that is all that fills your mind. Then you feel it, soft,
so gentle you might have imagined it. Something makes a path along your
inner thigh. As light as air, but as substantial as a brick. A moan
bubbles up deep from within your throat.
I see you lying on the bed. The desire rushing through you creating a
rapture as I have never seen. It makes the very blood in my veins boil to
see you in your position, completely open. Willing yet not, you are mine
now to do as I please. I draw my fingers along your leg. Gently, firmly,
ever changing as I go. You moan so loud, I feel it vibrate through me.
Twisting, turning, straining for my touch. Yet I withdraw. Watch you as
you look for me, yet with no eyes there is no answer. I move from the side
of the bed, walking around to glimpse you from another angle. As I lay
beside you, still straining for my touch. I see your breasts arched out,
the taut nipples wanting, needing, yearning to be taken. I lean over you
and flick my tongue out. A delicate bud to be tasted. Over and over,
delicate touches, flicks of my tongue. One and then the other but never
are they alone. As I take one in my mouth I tease the other with my
fingers.
Screams of pleasure rip from your throat. "Yes, please, oh god take me
now!!" You can't hold it in any longer, you want your hands to give
pleasure as you are getting it. Thrashing from side to side you don't know
how to hold it in. The orgasm rips through your body. Leaving glittering
stars in its wake. Never have you felt something like this, earth
shattering is the way to describe it. Your broken into a million pieces.
But still he presses on. As his tongue continues to lick your hardened
nipples, never relenting there grip on your passion. You feel his hand
slid down your stomach. You know the next one will be better, but you
don't know how you will survive.
You taste like roses and sweet cream. I love taking you in my mouth. There
is more to come, but I'm fascinated by your reaction to my simple touches.
I slid my hand down your stomach, wanting to be nestled in your silky
warmth. Rubbing you as I go, so soft and warm. I reach your secret place
and stop just before. My finger moves up and down. Tapping, as if knocking
to say "Can I come in?" Once again your hips buck against the bed. You
slide closer to me feeling my desire press against your hip. You know what
is to be and you want it so bad. |
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