Darkness, cold in your mind as you lie fearfully waiting for the sweet torture you know is to come. The blindfold shrouding your sight, you strain your remaining senses trying to see with your body.
Breath, hot on your skin, sends electric pleasure through your body. The breezy caresses making their way slowly up your body to your ears where ever so lightly you feel the feather soft touch of lips and a whispery promise of unbearable pleasures.
As he speaks, you can feel the fires of your need ignite in your body until you are burning with desire and even the sound of his voice sends ripples of pleasure through your body until you cannot help but groan as he slides earmuffs over your ears, depriving you of the erotic thoughts his voice describes and leaving you with just the smell of him and the feel of his breath on your body.
Slowly, you feel him move, missing the feel of him almost instantly. Then, ever so lightly, you feel his feather soft touch slowly stroking your body until your whole awareness is centered on the ghostly trail of his fingertips.
Gradually his touch deepens until you feel your whole body relaxing and going limp as he kneads the muscles of your body in a deep and powerful massage. Then, when you are so deeply relaxed that you feel as if you are floating in a cocoon of peace, you feel his touch change yet again to the gentle stroking as he smoothes away the last of the tension with long, slow sweeps.
Gently you float upon this cloud for a few minutes of eternity until you realize that the smoothing sensation of his touch has ceased.
Regaining your hypersensitive state, your mind reaches for every sensation, searching for him until even the errant stirring of the air on your body feels like a gale. Then, as your body reaches it's most sensitive, you are electrified by his breath as he releases the breath he has held in a controlled rush of air aimed directly at your clit, sending a shock of sensation throughout your body and a wave of pleasure magnified by your hyperaware skin that makes you gasp.
Then, before you have a chance to lose your hypersensitivity, he resumes stroking, circling your nipples in a tightening spiral that leaves them yearning for the seeming promise of a caress and sending more tingles of pleasure traveling to your mind and your burning center of need until you whimper with need.
On cue, he closes the spirals around your nipples and starts manipulating them directly, making you sigh with contentment until you realize that this has not lessened your need but has only intensified it to a new threshold. Squirming, you try to close your legs enough to create enough friction against your clit to achieve release only to find yourself unable to close them enough with him kneeling in between them. Then, he once again blows against your clit sending you just shy of release and he continues to do so until your groans become nearly continuous.
Suddenly, you feel his breath replaced with his tongue as he tastes the copious bounty of your sex. Tantalizingly, he purposefully drives you to the brink of orgasm and stops, leaving you hovering so close that the least sensation will send you over the edge. Then slowly, as you gradually descend from the precipice, you achingly notice the absence of his touch. And, as the absence of sensation continues, you slowly feel the fires of your desire diminishing until you are left with a near painful ache.