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The silk blindfold is soft against my skin, its smooth fabric pressing gently over my eyes, stealing away my sight. My wrists are bound above my head, the rope snug but not cruel, holding me in quiet suspense. Every sound, every shift in the air, becomes a question, a tease, a promise of what's to come. I tug against the rope, not to escape, but to see what play exists in it. In the stillness, I can hear my own breathing, the only sound in the room.
A door opens and closes, and I hear feet walking across the hardwood floor towards me. One set? Two? No...three. I don't call out, and they don't speak a word. I shift my weight, and the sound of the bedsheets below me rustling just a little in the silence, but it feels so pronounced. I feel a fingertip trace down my lower lip and then lift my chin. A kiss presses against my throat, and I hold my breath. My skin faintly tingles as the lips leave it.
I can feel two hands tracing my arms, all the way up to the restraints, teasingly gentle against the rope, drawing across my forearms, seductively unhurried in their pace. A second pair of hands massaged my thighs, drawing them apart, exposing the lace of my panties. There was a growing soft warmth between my legs, growing with each passing moment, the fingertips on my thighs a promise -- hinting at what might unfold with more time.
Legs lifted in the air, a third pair of hands cupped my cheeks, tugging the fabric of my panties. I felt the soft fabric against the smooth skin of my cheeks, settling snugly between them, tight against my skin, the wetness in front betraying my desire.
The warmth between my legs was now a fiery need, the hands teasing me with soft touches, drawing out the anticipation in a way that felt both agonizing and exhilarating. The hands on me continued to explore, then pulling my panties to the side, traced the length of my moist folds with a fingertip. The finger dipped lower, finding my entrance and pressing just enough against it to make me pant, but not enough to enter me just yet. I barely noticed in the moment that someone unhooked my bra from under my soft breasts and tugged the fabric up and over them, but a mouth on my nipple brought a moan from my lips with urgency
As the fingers traced delicate circles around my entrance, I could feel the anticipation building within me. My heart raced, and I struggled against the restraints, desperate for more. I was pushing my hips against the fingers now but they drew away immediately. I whimpered, but I did not wait long as the sensation of fingertips was replaced with something bigger. Soft, but firm, I felt pressure and then one of them was inside me. I sucked in my breath and my mouth fell open.