Torture or Pleasure

You are in bed just as you are positioned lying down in the picture you sent me. I can tell you are resting by the way your chest is slowly taking in each breath. I enjoy just staring at your naked body so much. I walk quietly in, not letting you see what I am holding in my hands. Dropping them at the foot of the bed, I slowly climb into the bed on all fours straddling your body.

You stir as my weight rolls your body gently over on to your back. Your smile greets me knowing that my surprise visit is a welcome relief to you. The soft kisses that I plant on your forehead, then cheeks, then eyes, then nose, then taking full advantage of your shapely and so kissable lips. The deep hungering kisses that have been waiting for so long, are finally released. Running my hands up your arms stretching them above your head makes for the perfect time to take my tie off and loop it around your wrists.

Knowing how much you enjoy the restraints; your body already begins to pulse under the weight of mine. Attaching the end to the headboard gets your arms in such a sexy position that displays the curves of your body that I cherish knowing so very well.

Already your eyes that bore through my soul are looking intently with the hunger that I can barely contain; but I never want to tame away. I know I'll have to take away that look or the plan I have will never happen. I reach into my pocket and pull out the blindfold that we have never used in our play before. But your senses need to be taken from you for the true effect to occur. Your pelvis is already pressing up into my core. The knowing hardness of my manhood is very apparent with your thrusts.

You shake your head as I pull the blindfold over your eyes, and I assure you that you are safe. And we both know the safe word will have everything removed in an instant if it becomes too much.

Slowly removing my body from the bed, I stand at the foot of the bed to admire the Gorgeous Angel that lies before me. The rustle of my shirt buttons coming undone already has your tongue breaking the part of your lips. Just as your appetite is being whetted. Your legs squirm together trying to get a bit of friction and more contact with your lower lips.

I pull off my shirt and gently drape it across your body. Letting my collar get close to your face so that your heightened sense of smell can enjoy the aroma of the cologne you so love. Slowly pulling the fabric across your body already has the effect of making your nipples begin their rise to the perky peaks that are so enjoyable to my teeth. Now the rustling sound and clink of my belt buckle being undone makes you wet your lips in a ritual that I never get tired of seeing.

I know the way you normally hunger to have my cock in your hand, your mouth, or your pussy would never give me the space to complete what I have been desiring to do with and for you for so long.

The tinkle of the ice cubes against the side of the crystal tumbler gets your head trying to turn to find the exact direction of that so distinct sound. Pulling out one of the cubes, I position the drops of ice-cold water to fall directly on the tops of your succulent breasts. First the left breast two drops then the right breast two drops. Alternating this sequence, until the streams of the runoff make for such a sexy design against your skin.

Now I move the ice down to the very tip of your hardened nipple. This immediately sends a shock throughout your body. Knowing how well you love to have your breasts played with only increases my pent-up desires. Moving the ice to the right breast, the tip of my tongue begins to heat up that frozen area on your left. The transition from the cold of the ice to the heat of my tongue has you moaning and crying for me to do more. "Please make love to me... I want you inside me.... Oh God this is so good..." are just a few of the phrases that you use to try to get me to stop the slow boil of bringing your body into its molten sexy eruption.

Moving the ice cube down your body, as it is just about given all its cold life in surrender to your body's fire, I bring it to just above your sexy V. The already engorged lips almost turn the sliver of ice into a flash of steam as your body bucks against the first hard subject that it has felt during our play. Feeling that warm gush of fluid lets me know that my hopes for turning you on are being manifested well.

Removing myself from your side, I pick up the long stem rose that I brought with me. I slowly bring the bloom up to your forehead and slowly drag the flower down making sure to let your nose get the proper whiff of its fragrance. Letting the petals brush gently across your cheeks, under your chin, around your sensitive neck, then down into the sexy valley that forms by your cleavage that leaves so many viewers caught in its allure.

Circling around the entire circumference of each breast, then bringing the heavy feel of the petals into contact with your nipple again makes your body swell with the need to be pressed against something hard and strong. Pulling the stem down your sternum, getting the flower bulb now in direct contact with your swollen petals really begins the tempting torture that I have planned all day.

Having the proper vantage point directly between your legs, I now begin to slowly and firmly tap the flower head into your clitoral hood. Alternating drags of the petals over and up the full length of your lips. With each cycle you begin to pick up the rhythm of my orchestra of stimulation. And soon it gets to be too much, and you pull your legs together. As soon as you do the sting of a rose thorn is popped into your thighs that cause you to spread your legs to get away from the sting.

Over and over this symphony of my doing takes place. With every minute that goes by the teasing and stinging, I can see your rosebud of love peeking its head out from under its protective hood. I recognize that level of arousal and begin to concentrate the contact of the flower petals with your clit. The fluttering of the dainty petals brushing across the face of your clitoris begins the rocking motion that your body has given me many times before.

Your screams of sexual ecstasy have become much more forceful. Pleading and begging me to let you finish this orgasmic climb. The enjoyment that I am having watching my lovely and proper in public lover, now becoming a wanton woman desiring only her carnal needs to be fed is more intoxicating than 20-year-old whisky. You pull at the restraints on your wrists. Wanting to free your hands and get them down where they can best be used to play with your soaking kitty and let your sexual release occur.

Continuing the torture with the rose has both of us so electrically charged with sexual energy. My desire to drive you higher and higher to a climax that you have never felt continues to push my empathy away for one more final pleasurable torment. Will you be able to last...?