I opened the door and G was standing there smiling. I backed up to let him in, hiding behind the door as it opened. The room was dimly lit. The only light was from the bathroom, just enough to be able to see but not as harsh as all the other lights in the room. I wished I had been one of those sophisticated women who always has a scarf to throw over a lamp when dimmer lighting is called for, but I wasn't very sophisticated at all. I'm still not, but I do usually have a scarf with me for that purpose these days.
He stepped in the room and I shut the door behind him. There was no speaking at all. That was part of the deal I made him agree to. I was afraid that we'd wake my mother in the next room.
He took off his jacket and threw it over a chair. Then he came over and kissed me. The height differential made it awkward again, so he backed up to the bed, sat down, and then pulled me to him. We were almost exactly the same height then. We kissed for a long time. He was an excellent kisser. An excellent kisser with a big cock. Not a bad combination. I have cum quite a few times over the past couple of decades thinking about what I could so with that boy now, but he's not that same boy anymore. And I'm not that girl.
Eventually, he stopped kissing me and started getting undressed. I didn't. I was shy. I have no idea why. He had seen me half naked earlier in the afternoon. There really wasn't any reason to hide, but I was still nervous.
He climbed into bed and motioned for me to lay beside him. I scurried to comply quickly. I was good at following orders. If he would just tell me what to do, I'd be fine.
He kissed me some more, and slid his hand under my nightgown. I could feel his hardness against me and, wow!, he was really hard. Then he whispered in my ear, "Get on top of me."
I thought, Good! An order. I can do that! But then I thought, Didn't he agree not to speak at all?
I straddled him quickly, hiking my nightgown up to my waist, then lifting up a bit to take him inside me. I started rocking my hips forward and back, slowly at first, then a little faster. I watched his face to see some sign that I was doing it right, or not, but I couldn't tell. I could tell that I was getting excited, though, and I quit worrying about him and started moving on him the way that felt the best to me. I knew I was close. I closed my eyes, and just as I was about to cum, he grabbed my hips forcefully and pulled me down on him, holding me deeply impaled on him and still. He whispered a moan as he came.
I hissed, "No!" His eyes shot open and he sat up and wrapped his arms around me, looking at me seriously. "No?" he said. "Are you ok?"
"Shhh!" I chastised. Then I leaned right against his ear and said, "I was almost there. You finished too fast."
He laughed, quietly of course. Then he whispered back, "Don't worry. You'll have another chance." And he flashed that king size smile that made my tummy flutter.
We relaxed on the bed for awhile, just holding each other and kissing. I had no idea how long it would be until I got my next chance, but I learned it was easy to tell. He got hard again and I looked at him and whispered, "Now?" He laughed and said, "Yes, Kat, now."
I pulled up my nightie and straddled him again. He broke our talking rule and said in a normal voice, "Take that thing off." He was referring to my nightgown and it sounded like an order to me. I didn't hesitate. I just pulled it off over my head and tossed it on the floor. He gasped audibly. Now I was embarrassed. I know I blushed. He just reached up and caressed my cheek for a moment as I started riding him. This time, I did it may way from the beginning, and I was ready to cum in no time.
He was still breaking the talking rule, but at least it was quieter. He saw that I was starting to cum, and he said, "That's it, Sweetie. That's it." Then I let go and let my body do what it wanted. I came hard, very hard. He exhaled a "Holy shit!" and then held my hips down again like he did before, but I was ok with it by then.
I collapsed on the bed next to him and he said, "You've definitely done this before." I smiled and whispered, "Maybe."
We spend the rest of the night until 5:30 in the morning alternating between kissing and fucking. I came once more. He came every damn time. I really don't know how many times we did it but I know it was more than 6, and I had to force him to leave in the morning.
The strange thing about that night was that we only did it in one position - me on top riding him. I was waiting for him say he wanted something else and he never did. However, a few months later I came back. By myself. For a week.
But that's another story.....
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Monday, December 31, 2012
Sunday, December 30, 2012
The Wedding Guest
I saw him for the first time at the wedding reception. It was my cousin's wedding. G was watching the belly dancer who was providing entertainment. No, it is not my family's custom to have a belly dancer at our weddings, and I can assure you that my grandmother was mortified. I was intrigued by it all. After her "performance," various men jumped up to dance with her and tuck money in her panties.
G took a big gulp of champagne directly out of the bottle and stepped up to dance. He was very tall (6'6") and lanky and, to be honest, he was not a good dancer, but no one cared. As another man stepped up to dance, G tucked a $20 bill in her panties and stepped back. His friends were laughing and patting him on the back, as if his ugly dance and monetary contribution was some sort of rite of manhood. I just didn't get it. But I kept looking at him.
As I said, he was tall. He had blonde hair and blue eyes and a very long face with a squared jaw that made his face look kind of like a rectangle. I wouldn't say he handsome, but he wasn't unattractive, either.
He noticed me staring at him and he walked over. I was terrified. He was 22. I was 16. Being noticed by a real man was exciting! He introduced himself but I already knew who he was and he already knew who I was. We found a couple of empty chairs and sat down to chat. We made small talk while my mother watched me closely from across the room. I was annoyed that she was watching me like a hawk, as if she was doing her motherly duty. In an hour she'd be drunk off her ass and completely unconcerned about me and my brothers. I was sure the motherly act she was putting on now was just for the benefit of my grandmother.
G could tell I was uncomfortable, so he asked if I wanted to go for a walk. Hell yes I wanted to get out of there. He took my hand and we went outside.
The reception was held in a hall in a rural area by the coast. It was cool outside, almost cold. G took off his coat and put it around my shoulders. I was so impressed and I felt so grownup.We walked a while until we came to a little shed with a grassy area behind it, hidden from the reception hall and the road. That's when he kissed me. He was so tall and I was so short that he bent way down and I still had to stand up on my tippy toes to kiss him. I still remember that kiss 32 years later. It was magical.
The next thing I knew he was kneeling and tugging on me, trying to get me to lay down in the grass. He never stopped kissing me. I just let him lead me. I felt him sliding his hands up my dress and under my bra. I remember I had to remind myself to breathe because I realized I was holding my breath. Then he slid his hand down under my panty hose (yes, those were the days when you wore hose with a dress always) and gently pushed a finger inside me. I gasped and looked at him. He stopped for a moment and asked if I was o.k., if I wanted him to stop All I said was, "Don't stop." He smiled and kissed me again.
When he started fingering my clit, I finally realized where this was going to go. I looked around nervously. I was definitely not a virgin, but I had never had sex out in the open like this, in broad daylight. What would happen in someone else come out for a walk? While I was running through the scenarios of what I would do if we got caught, G was removing my shoes and hose and pulling my dress up above my waist.
I watched him as he stared at my pussy while he unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants. His cock literally bounced out as he pulled his pants down to his knees. I laughed. I hadn't yet learned never to laugh at a man's cock for any reason. He looked at me strangely for a moment. I think he was trying to decide if he was offended or not, but he didn't think long because he drove his cock into me quickly.
I gasped and grabbed onto him, my arms wrapped around his chest. He fucked me slowly - long, deep strokes. His was the biggest cock I had experienced up that point and I was unprepared for how different it would feel. Each thrust shook me and I just held on. At that age, I was completely unaware of how to actively participate, but I assumed I was doing just fine because every now and then he would groan something like, "Damn, you are so tight," and "Yeah, Baby, juts like that," which I thought was strange because I didn't think I was doing anything. I now know that if you're a cute young gal, you really don't have to do anything. Just being cute, young and tight is usually enough.
Pretty soon, it was over. I didn't cum, but I didn't expect to. I was way too nervous. He seemed disappointed, though. As I pulled my hose back on, he asked if he could see me later. My family would be in town for a few days. We were staying in a hotel with two adjoining rooms and it turned out that for one night -that night- I'd have one of those rooms all to .myself, so I told him the hotel and room number and we arranged for him come by at midnight. Everyone else should be asleep by then.
He kissed me again, then he took my hand and we walked back to the reception. My mom was standing in front of me asking me where we went within 15 seconds of us walking through the door. I told her we went for a walk. She didn't say a word as she picked some grass out of my hair. G dropped my hand and walked away quickly.
I don't remember much about the rest of the reception. G left early without saying anything to me. But I couldn't get him off my mind. I hoped he would show up at the hotel that night. I didn't know why I was so nervous earlier, except for the fact that we were outside, but I fully expected to enjoy myself a bit more if I could get him in a nice comfortable bed. I imagined how I'd ride him then and what it would feel like to cum with that great big cock inside me.
The hours didn't tick by fast enough, but soon it was almost midnight. I was wearing my white cotton nightgown with little pink ribbons. I was a bit embarrassed about that, but I didn't have much else to wear excepts jeans and dresses.
Then, a few minutes after midnight, there was a gentle knock on the door......
G took a big gulp of champagne directly out of the bottle and stepped up to dance. He was very tall (6'6") and lanky and, to be honest, he was not a good dancer, but no one cared. As another man stepped up to dance, G tucked a $20 bill in her panties and stepped back. His friends were laughing and patting him on the back, as if his ugly dance and monetary contribution was some sort of rite of manhood. I just didn't get it. But I kept looking at him.
As I said, he was tall. He had blonde hair and blue eyes and a very long face with a squared jaw that made his face look kind of like a rectangle. I wouldn't say he handsome, but he wasn't unattractive, either.
He noticed me staring at him and he walked over. I was terrified. He was 22. I was 16. Being noticed by a real man was exciting! He introduced himself but I already knew who he was and he already knew who I was. We found a couple of empty chairs and sat down to chat. We made small talk while my mother watched me closely from across the room. I was annoyed that she was watching me like a hawk, as if she was doing her motherly duty. In an hour she'd be drunk off her ass and completely unconcerned about me and my brothers. I was sure the motherly act she was putting on now was just for the benefit of my grandmother.
G could tell I was uncomfortable, so he asked if I wanted to go for a walk. Hell yes I wanted to get out of there. He took my hand and we went outside.
The reception was held in a hall in a rural area by the coast. It was cool outside, almost cold. G took off his coat and put it around my shoulders. I was so impressed and I felt so grownup.We walked a while until we came to a little shed with a grassy area behind it, hidden from the reception hall and the road. That's when he kissed me. He was so tall and I was so short that he bent way down and I still had to stand up on my tippy toes to kiss him. I still remember that kiss 32 years later. It was magical.
The next thing I knew he was kneeling and tugging on me, trying to get me to lay down in the grass. He never stopped kissing me. I just let him lead me. I felt him sliding his hands up my dress and under my bra. I remember I had to remind myself to breathe because I realized I was holding my breath. Then he slid his hand down under my panty hose (yes, those were the days when you wore hose with a dress always) and gently pushed a finger inside me. I gasped and looked at him. He stopped for a moment and asked if I was o.k., if I wanted him to stop All I said was, "Don't stop." He smiled and kissed me again.
When he started fingering my clit, I finally realized where this was going to go. I looked around nervously. I was definitely not a virgin, but I had never had sex out in the open like this, in broad daylight. What would happen in someone else come out for a walk? While I was running through the scenarios of what I would do if we got caught, G was removing my shoes and hose and pulling my dress up above my waist.
I watched him as he stared at my pussy while he unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants. His cock literally bounced out as he pulled his pants down to his knees. I laughed. I hadn't yet learned never to laugh at a man's cock for any reason. He looked at me strangely for a moment. I think he was trying to decide if he was offended or not, but he didn't think long because he drove his cock into me quickly.
I gasped and grabbed onto him, my arms wrapped around his chest. He fucked me slowly - long, deep strokes. His was the biggest cock I had experienced up that point and I was unprepared for how different it would feel. Each thrust shook me and I just held on. At that age, I was completely unaware of how to actively participate, but I assumed I was doing just fine because every now and then he would groan something like, "Damn, you are so tight," and "Yeah, Baby, juts like that," which I thought was strange because I didn't think I was doing anything. I now know that if you're a cute young gal, you really don't have to do anything. Just being cute, young and tight is usually enough.
Pretty soon, it was over. I didn't cum, but I didn't expect to. I was way too nervous. He seemed disappointed, though. As I pulled my hose back on, he asked if he could see me later. My family would be in town for a few days. We were staying in a hotel with two adjoining rooms and it turned out that for one night -that night- I'd have one of those rooms all to .myself, so I told him the hotel and room number and we arranged for him come by at midnight. Everyone else should be asleep by then.
He kissed me again, then he took my hand and we walked back to the reception. My mom was standing in front of me asking me where we went within 15 seconds of us walking through the door. I told her we went for a walk. She didn't say a word as she picked some grass out of my hair. G dropped my hand and walked away quickly.
I don't remember much about the rest of the reception. G left early without saying anything to me. But I couldn't get him off my mind. I hoped he would show up at the hotel that night. I didn't know why I was so nervous earlier, except for the fact that we were outside, but I fully expected to enjoy myself a bit more if I could get him in a nice comfortable bed. I imagined how I'd ride him then and what it would feel like to cum with that great big cock inside me.
The hours didn't tick by fast enough, but soon it was almost midnight. I was wearing my white cotton nightgown with little pink ribbons. I was a bit embarrassed about that, but I didn't have much else to wear excepts jeans and dresses.
Then, a few minutes after midnight, there was a gentle knock on the door......
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Handcuffs
I have a treat for you, Prowlers! Here is a delectable, naughty, and kinky guest post (my favorite kind!) written and shared by G. If you enjoy it like I did when I first read it, remember to share your love in the comments.
I was about to get married and looking for some sort of final fling. At 26 my sexual adventures hadn't grown much past the age of 18 and I longed for...heat. For passion. For what my girlfriends revealed from their own escapades. I signed onto Ashley Madison initially not knowing what I wanted or what I would find. Did I want a friend who understood my boredom? Someone I could fuck and then never speak to again? Did I want a married boyfriend because I too was getting married and was merely scared of commitment? Little did I know I was about to find someone who wouldn't just rock my world, he would take it and hump it and leave it all hot and bothered in a sweaty mass of sexual and emotional energy. X didn't just do it for me: he was my sexual wrecking ball of epic proportions.
Immediately we appeared to have plenty in common. We had similar musical tastes and liked the same TV shows and movies. We had the same sense of humor, very biting, tons of sarcasm, very quick and seemingly mean to most. We understood each others lives, thoughts, and inner mechanics. There was a comfort level neither of us had ever felt with anyone else...yet quickest of all, there was an obvious sexual attraction. I am 5'7, athletic, slim through the waist but slightly curvy and feminine through the hips, with dark hair and blue eyes. He was 6'1, very strong and protective, with deep set dark brown eyes and one of the best facial profiles I have ever seen. I always loved men that I felt could over power me. X couldn't just over power me; he could restrain me with one hand. I loved that from day one. It made me wet in less than a minute.
The first time I was handcuffed it started as a joke. X and I had been hot and heavy for quite a while, almost a year, before the jokes about tying me up began. I'm a small girl, overpowering me would be easy for X regardless. Yet somehow tying me up or handcuffing me was a line that I never thought I would cross; a loss of control I didn't know if I could handle. So when he said "bring the handcuffs" before meeting him at our usual hotel I said ok, thinking it was again a joke.
I walked in the door and immediately sexually charged heat was in the air. We started to kiss like we were trying to consume each other as quickly as possible. X sat in a rolling desk chair facing a long dressing mirror and forced me into his lap using my hair to pull me onto him. He ran his tongue up and down the sides of my neck while silently slipping one hand down the front of my pants, the other one still tightly gripping my hair. I let out a quiet moan, more of a sigh than an actual noise, and eased myself into a slow grind against his now extremely hard cock while watching our moves in the mirror. In no time my pants were undone and had been pulled loose upon the floor. I reached up and took off my own sheer cotton tank top. All that was between X and I now was a black bra and a pair of sheer black boy-short panties...his favorite kind.
My thoughts of pleasure were momentarily interrupted by a harsh whisper in my ear. "Get the fucking handcuffs and get on your knees". Wait...was he serious? Fuck...the look in his eyes definitely said he was quite serious. Ok G, we'll see how far he takes this, I thought as I fished through my purse looking for X's newest toy. I found them quickly despite my nerves and handed them over. Despite his original orders I stood there nervously for a minute before he forced me down, again using my hair to move me, but this time to the floor.
As soon as I hit the soft hotel carpet he was behind me, cuffing my small wrists tightly into the cuffs. My first instinct was to wriggle inside them and test their strength. Shit, these were the real deal...I wasn't moving my arms anywhere soon. X looked at me as thought he could read my thoughts and smirked. "Oh, you're definitely stuck for now" he replied, grinning and having a tough time not laughing at his own plans. All of a sudden his grin got bigger, as if he had an amazing idea. He started to look around the room checking every surface until he found the item he sought: my hair scarf. It was hot out that particular day and my hair was wet so I had fastened it back using a boho hair scarf as a headband. He quickly undid the knot and to my dismay tied the scarf over my eyes so that all I could see was a slight glimmer of light and shadows. Somehow he knew I still had some bearing of my surroundings so he went to shut off every lamp in the room. After that, I could see nothing, I couldn't move my arms. All I could do was hear...and wait.
For a few moments all I could hear was him breathing, as if he was standing and inspecting his prey. I could hear him and feel him through the carpet coming closer...but still nothing, no touching at all. And then his cock was in my mouth. He was gentle, but with force he thrust himself between my lips. Immediately I moved to put my hands on him, my first blow job instinct...to instantly be jerked back by the cuffs. I moaned and rolled my tongue over the tip of his penis which rested against my bottom lip. I kept licking until I heard him stir and tasted his first few drops of precum. With a move of my head (aided by his gentle touch on the back of my neck) I slipped X in and out of my mouth for a few minutes, only pausing to lick his shaft at times between thrusts.
After a few moments I heard him groan and felt his hand grab my hair again, pulling me to my feet and throwing me onto the soft hotel bed. I lay on my stomach for a few moments before he grabbed my boyshorts roughly and pulled them off with what felt like both hands. Within seconds he had spread my legs and began teasing me by kissing my inner thighs, stopping only to blow on my clit. My breathing started to speed up in anticipation of what I knew was coming next...what we both knew was coming next. Lightly, in a flicking motion, he began to stroke my clit with his tongue. My moaning started deep inside, I could feel the orgasm that was coming on in every part of my body. The loss of my movements, my freedom, my sight made me focus on one thing: how fucking amazing X was making me feel. How overpowered I felt. After a few minutes of teasing, he attacked my sweet spot in the way only he knows how. He sucked on my swollen clit hard while placing two fingers inside me, curled up towards my stomach and stroking the exact right spot inside. My hips began to buck hard against his face and I could hear myself screaming at him not to stop, that I was so close, that it felt so fucking good, shouting his name. I came incredibly hard for an entire minute without stopping, feeling it all over my body. Every part of me shook, including my wrists inside the cold metal cuffs against my back.
Once the shaking subsided X allowed me a minute to just lay there, possibly to bask in what he had just done and at how good he made me feel. He slowly pulled me up off my stomach and to my feet, stabilizing me on the floor before reaching behind me to undo the safety latch on my handcuffs. He undid one and before he could undo the other I had reached my hands in front of me to grab at him, at any part of him. He slipped off my blindfolded scarf easily with one hand, me blinking from finally being able to see again.
Even without the lamps on I could see his eyes, the only eyes that had ever affected me in such a complete way...sexually, spiritually, emotionally. We began to kiss deeply as he pulled me onto the bed and on top of him by my hands, one of which was still attached to the handcuffs. I began to ride him slowly, staring into his eyes, then closing them to take in the moment. My pace quickened as he grabbed my ass tightly and helped me move back and forth, up and down, a rhythm we shared so closely. I started to cum and so did he, as we often do together. We exploded and held our foreheads tightly together, both of us making our own soft noises and breathing hard, locking our mouths together in one more kiss. We broke away only as our movements died and we collapsed, falling asleep in each others arms...the handcuffs still attached to one of my wrists.
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Handcuffs
By G
I was about to get married and looking for some sort of final fling. At 26 my sexual adventures hadn't grown much past the age of 18 and I longed for...heat. For passion. For what my girlfriends revealed from their own escapades. I signed onto Ashley Madison initially not knowing what I wanted or what I would find. Did I want a friend who understood my boredom? Someone I could fuck and then never speak to again? Did I want a married boyfriend because I too was getting married and was merely scared of commitment? Little did I know I was about to find someone who wouldn't just rock my world, he would take it and hump it and leave it all hot and bothered in a sweaty mass of sexual and emotional energy. X didn't just do it for me: he was my sexual wrecking ball of epic proportions.
Immediately we appeared to have plenty in common. We had similar musical tastes and liked the same TV shows and movies. We had the same sense of humor, very biting, tons of sarcasm, very quick and seemingly mean to most. We understood each others lives, thoughts, and inner mechanics. There was a comfort level neither of us had ever felt with anyone else...yet quickest of all, there was an obvious sexual attraction. I am 5'7, athletic, slim through the waist but slightly curvy and feminine through the hips, with dark hair and blue eyes. He was 6'1, very strong and protective, with deep set dark brown eyes and one of the best facial profiles I have ever seen. I always loved men that I felt could over power me. X couldn't just over power me; he could restrain me with one hand. I loved that from day one. It made me wet in less than a minute.
The first time I was handcuffed it started as a joke. X and I had been hot and heavy for quite a while, almost a year, before the jokes about tying me up began. I'm a small girl, overpowering me would be easy for X regardless. Yet somehow tying me up or handcuffing me was a line that I never thought I would cross; a loss of control I didn't know if I could handle. So when he said "bring the handcuffs" before meeting him at our usual hotel I said ok, thinking it was again a joke.
I walked in the door and immediately sexually charged heat was in the air. We started to kiss like we were trying to consume each other as quickly as possible. X sat in a rolling desk chair facing a long dressing mirror and forced me into his lap using my hair to pull me onto him. He ran his tongue up and down the sides of my neck while silently slipping one hand down the front of my pants, the other one still tightly gripping my hair. I let out a quiet moan, more of a sigh than an actual noise, and eased myself into a slow grind against his now extremely hard cock while watching our moves in the mirror. In no time my pants were undone and had been pulled loose upon the floor. I reached up and took off my own sheer cotton tank top. All that was between X and I now was a black bra and a pair of sheer black boy-short panties...his favorite kind.
My thoughts of pleasure were momentarily interrupted by a harsh whisper in my ear. "Get the fucking handcuffs and get on your knees". Wait...was he serious? Fuck...the look in his eyes definitely said he was quite serious. Ok G, we'll see how far he takes this, I thought as I fished through my purse looking for X's newest toy. I found them quickly despite my nerves and handed them over. Despite his original orders I stood there nervously for a minute before he forced me down, again using my hair to move me, but this time to the floor.
As soon as I hit the soft hotel carpet he was behind me, cuffing my small wrists tightly into the cuffs. My first instinct was to wriggle inside them and test their strength. Shit, these were the real deal...I wasn't moving my arms anywhere soon. X looked at me as thought he could read my thoughts and smirked. "Oh, you're definitely stuck for now" he replied, grinning and having a tough time not laughing at his own plans. All of a sudden his grin got bigger, as if he had an amazing idea. He started to look around the room checking every surface until he found the item he sought: my hair scarf. It was hot out that particular day and my hair was wet so I had fastened it back using a boho hair scarf as a headband. He quickly undid the knot and to my dismay tied the scarf over my eyes so that all I could see was a slight glimmer of light and shadows. Somehow he knew I still had some bearing of my surroundings so he went to shut off every lamp in the room. After that, I could see nothing, I couldn't move my arms. All I could do was hear...and wait.
For a few moments all I could hear was him breathing, as if he was standing and inspecting his prey. I could hear him and feel him through the carpet coming closer...but still nothing, no touching at all. And then his cock was in my mouth. He was gentle, but with force he thrust himself between my lips. Immediately I moved to put my hands on him, my first blow job instinct...to instantly be jerked back by the cuffs. I moaned and rolled my tongue over the tip of his penis which rested against my bottom lip. I kept licking until I heard him stir and tasted his first few drops of precum. With a move of my head (aided by his gentle touch on the back of my neck) I slipped X in and out of my mouth for a few minutes, only pausing to lick his shaft at times between thrusts.
After a few moments I heard him groan and felt his hand grab my hair again, pulling me to my feet and throwing me onto the soft hotel bed. I lay on my stomach for a few moments before he grabbed my boyshorts roughly and pulled them off with what felt like both hands. Within seconds he had spread my legs and began teasing me by kissing my inner thighs, stopping only to blow on my clit. My breathing started to speed up in anticipation of what I knew was coming next...what we both knew was coming next. Lightly, in a flicking motion, he began to stroke my clit with his tongue. My moaning started deep inside, I could feel the orgasm that was coming on in every part of my body. The loss of my movements, my freedom, my sight made me focus on one thing: how fucking amazing X was making me feel. How overpowered I felt. After a few minutes of teasing, he attacked my sweet spot in the way only he knows how. He sucked on my swollen clit hard while placing two fingers inside me, curled up towards my stomach and stroking the exact right spot inside. My hips began to buck hard against his face and I could hear myself screaming at him not to stop, that I was so close, that it felt so fucking good, shouting his name. I came incredibly hard for an entire minute without stopping, feeling it all over my body. Every part of me shook, including my wrists inside the cold metal cuffs against my back.
Once the shaking subsided X allowed me a minute to just lay there, possibly to bask in what he had just done and at how good he made me feel. He slowly pulled me up off my stomach and to my feet, stabilizing me on the floor before reaching behind me to undo the safety latch on my handcuffs. He undid one and before he could undo the other I had reached my hands in front of me to grab at him, at any part of him. He slipped off my blindfolded scarf easily with one hand, me blinking from finally being able to see again.
Even without the lamps on I could see his eyes, the only eyes that had ever affected me in such a complete way...sexually, spiritually, emotionally. We began to kiss deeply as he pulled me onto the bed and on top of him by my hands, one of which was still attached to the handcuffs. I began to ride him slowly, staring into his eyes, then closing them to take in the moment. My pace quickened as he grabbed my ass tightly and helped me move back and forth, up and down, a rhythm we shared so closely. I started to cum and so did he, as we often do together. We exploded and held our foreheads tightly together, both of us making our own soft noises and breathing hard, locking our mouths together in one more kiss. We broke away only as our movements died and we collapsed, falling asleep in each others arms...the handcuffs still attached to one of my wrists.
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