You have been so sweet, and I have decided that I should do something really special for your birthday. I had thought of baking a cake, but then I would have to decide if it should be white or chocolate...then there is the frosting and the clean up, such a mess for just a cake, it hardly seems worth the effort. The idea of buying one crossed my mind, but again there's the question of flavor, ice cream and so on, besides, buying one seems too impersonal to me. Such a dilemma! So, after much thought I've come up with a great idea for something really exceptional, and while I am an excellent baker, I'm even better at putting together a gift like this...
We would be both be freshly shower and dressed only in our robes and as we sit on the side of the bed we would share a glass of wine; a nice fruity Chardonnay, I think, not too dry. When I kiss you I will taste the wine on your lips and feel the chill of it on your tongue. The expectancy shows in your eyes, but there is a questioning look there, too, not really quite sure of what I'm planning.
I would whisper in your ear and ask if you would like your gift now and you would reach for me with your free hand. 'No, no,' I say as I leave the bed and open the drawer of the nightstand. Inside is a black box that is tied with a big red bow, 'this is your gift, silly. Don't look so disappointed! Open it.'
Inside you would find five neatly folded, black silk scarves. As you question me about them would I tell you to hush. 'No more talking, now. I want you to just follow my directions. Stand up and take off your robe.' As you remove yours I would also remove mine and I would notice your erection, 'Time to start the party, I see.' Pressing my body against yours, we would kiss deeply. Then I would pick up scarves, 'Do you want to know what these are for?' I would ask with a grin.
You would laugh and tell me that you have a pretty good idea what they were for. 'OK. Turn around and let me use the first one as a blind fold, then I want you to lie down on the bed and I'm going to tie your wrists and ankles to the bed. You do trust me, don't you?' Of course you would tell me yes and rightly so.
After I have covered your eyes with one of the scarves I would gently secure you to the bed with the remaining four. The sandalwood scented candle that is on the nightstand is lit and I would start the CD that I have ready.
I would lie down next to you on my side and then run my fingers over your chest, so gently you could barely feel it and as I circled your nipples they would harden and goose bumps would form on your abdomen. Ahh...that would make me smile and run my tongue around your nipple. 'No, no,' I would chide myself. 'Slow down, only fingers for now'...continuing ever so slowly to circle your tummy, along the sensitive skin on the side of your waist and up near your under arm. I would quietly sing with the music...'bu-da-da-da-da-da-da-n-da...Down misty, magic mountain he came...' My eyes would close as I contemplate this pleasure I can give you. My fingertips would circle your navel causing your abdomen to quiver. Your erection will have relaxed a bit so I draw languid figure eights below your navel, my fingers just skimming the hair that grows in curls there. Not allowing you the pleasure of my fingers touching your erection as it returns, I would go back to teasing your nipples and abdomen again.
I would run my fingers lightly up and down the inside of your thigh, smiling to myself as I hear your breathing increase ... a little tease as the back of my hand brushes against your balls. But I don't linger there long, and as I draw circles near your groin and on either side of your erection I wonder what you are thinking. Am I a nasty bitch for teasing you or a considerate lover prolonging your pleasure? My fingers would travel your inner thighs again, but this time they seek out your balls and lightly circle them, then taking their weight into my hand I gently caress them. My finger finds the sensitive spot just below them and massages the area for a moment them lightly traces the length of your erection. You would thrust forward a bit as my finger finds the velvet of the head and circles the small indentation there. I might find a bit of pre-cum there and lick it from my finger.
At this point I would get up and straddle your abdomen, with my back to you. I would take your dick in my hand and lean forward just enough so that I could rub the head against my nipple...it would arouse me to see and feel it, and I know I would start to get wet. One hand would stroke you and the other hand would reach down to caress your balls. Would my own selfish desires take over? Yes, I want to taste you so I would lick the head of your dick with the flat of my tongue and savor the salty taste, but I would stop there.
