As I came into the cabin, you took my hand, looked at me, smiled, and whispered, "I love you and I have missed you," just as your lips claimed mine. My heart soared with those simple words and actions.
As our lips parted, I whispered, "I love you and have missed you, too," as our lips met again and our arms entwined around one another. I looked deep into your eyes and saw the love that you have for me reflected in them. It made me feel so safe, so secure. I wondered what I had done to deserve such a wonderful gift as you.
I live each day longing to be in your arms and in your bed. Just being with you makes me happy. Whether we make love or not, just being with you makes my life wonderful.
On this night I sensed something different about you. I have opened up to you today about a kink and I have feeling that this confession is what has put the glint in your eye. You look like the cat who ate the canary. I have come to love that look because I know that when that look is present, you have been using that wonderful mind of yours. I know that you have been thinking up something devilishly wicked to pleasure me.
You undressed me by the fire, took my hand, and led me to the bedroom. Our bedroom with that wonderful four poster bed that is ours and ours alone. My breath catches at the sight before me. You have gone to so much trouble for me tonight, I think.
I see wonderful black satin sheets on the bed with lots of pillows. On one pillow I see a soft blindfold. On each post there are colorful silk scarves tied and on the nightstand there is KY jelly and -- oh my god -- a new set of adjustable nipple clips.
I look at you, my eyes shining with love and ask softly, "What do you have in mind for me tonight, my Yankee lover?". You reply in a voice choked with lust, "Pleasure. Your pleasure is my pleasure. Trust me?" as you sit on the edge of the bed and reach for me.
You grab me, and lay me across your lap. "Oh, I haven't been bad." I exclaim as you position me. "I know, but I love to see your cheeks a delightful shade of pink." you replied as you landed the first slap. You continued to spank me as I squirmed in your lap. Not hard enough to hurt, but to turn my cheeks pinks and make them tingle.
"Onto the bed, my dear." you said as you let me up. "Do you still trust me?" you asked. "Of course, I trust you. I love you and I need you." as I climb onto the bed.
"Sit up first, please" you whispered just as you reached for the nipple clips. You pinched one nipple until it was so hard that it hurt. Then you attached the clip and tightened it just a little. You reached over with your mouth and sucked my other nipple. You sucked and bit it and made my juices flow. You removed your mouth and attached the other clip and adjusted it just right.
"Face down, my dear." you instructed me as my nipples burned with pleasure and you claimed my lips with yours. Letting me know that I, this wildrose, belonged to this wonderful Yankee. You placed the blindfold over my eyes and helped me into position.
I lay on my stomach, my juices flowing, my body on fire. You take each hand and wrist and secure them to the posts. Then you kissed and nipped your way across my shoulders, down my back, across my cheeks, further to my thighs, knees, calves, then ankles. When you had finished your journey down my body, you secured my ankles to the post. I lay before you, naked, ass cheeks very pink, the nipple clips rubbing the sheets keeping my nipples on fire, sending shock waves down my body to my inner core. I lay there squirming and moaning.
"SSSSSHHH, enjoy. I love you." you whisper in a coarse voice. As I lay there, bound, you leave the bed and undress softly. All the time you are undressing, you are watching me. I can feel your eyes upon me as I lay there, anticipating what you will do next.
I feel your lips on the back of my neck. You kiss my neck, then nibble, then bite as I feel my body respond to your touch.
"Oh, God," I moan as you bite my neck. "Sssshhhhh" you whispered in my ear as you continued to kiss and bite my neck. You work your way down my neck, across my shoulders, to the cheeks of my butt, down my thighs, to my knees, which you kiss and nibble. You massage my calves and work your way back up my thighs. I feel your hands on my cheeks. You gently part them, revealing the rosebud hidden there. You run your finger across it, sending shivers through my body. You lean over, kiss it, lick it, then insert your tongue in it. "Ohhhh," I can't help but moan. Then I feel the coldness of the KY jelly on my rosebud.
"Do you want this?" you asked. "Oh, babe, yes I want this." I moaned as you slowly slid one finger in. I push back to you as far as I can, the bonds not giving. Then a second finger joins the first, in and out. As you insert a third finger, you lean over me, kiss my neck and bite, marking me as yours. I can't breath, yet I take great, gasping breaths as you continue to ply your fingers into me. You leave my neck and position yourself behind me. You kneel between my spread legs and guide yourself into my waiting rosebud. A little at a time. I push back to you, as much as possible.
