On a crude, soft bed laid out in the living room, Lauren waited eagerly.
They had kissed passionately and fumbled to the floor, moans escaping from their yearning mouths.
"Wait." He had stopped, "I have a game to play" rising to his feet, and leaving the room.
The look in his eyes was too easy to recognise, Lauren knew that tonight was going to get heated, and she was hot thinking about it.
He emerged from the other room rapidly; he had been planning this for a while, and Lauren could tell.
She sat upright, "what's going on?" She purred with a sly grin.
"You'll see." Kneeling behind her, "or not." And with that secured a blindfold, making sure there was no way she could see.
Lauren bit her lip slowly, and let out a slow moan when her lips fell open again. She felt her chest start to rise and fall faster, as she guessed as to what might happen next.
"Tonight we're going to play a game, 'Blind control': you will do as I instruct, you will answer my questions, you cannot say, 'no', and until I say, you cannot take off the blindfold. Understand?"
"Okay..." Lauren answered with a nervous giggle.
"Firstly, take off your clothes, but leave your underwear. They are mine to take off. Then I want you to wait while I get ready"
Wearing only her favourite underwear; purple laced, almost transparent, 'these always drive him wild', she mused.
It had been too long to remember the last time her legs quivered and shook with ecstasy, too long to remember the feeling of warmth rise through her body as she writhed beneath him.
Dizzy and excited, like a school girl Lauren waited. Her stomach was knotted, and the butterflies whirled faster as she anticipated what was to come.
The heat in the room was enough to leave a sheen of sweat on Lauren, which only emphasised the perfect curves of her body.
Lauren's skin was an olive hue, and always looked fresh out of the heat of the sun. Her lips were heavy, pink and soft, a feminine quality that left her memory lingering in raunchy imaginations late at night. Her eyes held a feline stare that could portray a thousand feelings; behind the blindfold they burned with lust.
She could hear him setting up the room around her and her heart pounded with excitement. She couldn't control her legs as they moved up and down the sheets beneath her.
Sometimes he would stop to admire the scene; Lauren's toned legs, newly waxed and glimmering under the dim lights; her thighs were busty and womanly, perfect additions to her ample and buxom, smooth and soft behind.
He was already completely bare, hard, and dripping with anticipated excitement. The room was ready, he could hear soft excited giggles from Lauren, "time to play" He muttered.
"With as much detail as possible, describe your darkest fantasy" he'd heard a mixture of it before, but now he wanted it all, in slow, descriptive detail.
