I think of you and I think of controlling you for a night. I think of making that a night out and a night back in. Of exploring the possibilities that involving other people would bring. Teasing, taunting, arousing. exposing, and watching. Letting you know how much to show, and who to show it to, or just watching you act after being given permission.
Going back to a bedroom and stripping your clothes, binding your hands, shutting your sight, and setting you to wait. Open, expectant, not knowing where the first contact is coming from. Being able to smell, to feel to hear my presence, without being able to see. Feeling the first touch of the velvety, soft head on your lips. Feeling a pinch on the nipple. Feeling a finger to your lips. Feeling fingers tracing your collarbone, your arms, your legs. The sudden realization that there is more than one person there because of a difference in sounds. Lips to your flesh, and flesh to your lips in an incredible angle for one to do it alone. The anxiety and desire to take off the cover from your eyes, and the impotence brought by hands that are bound. The pleasure brought to you by the tongue on your lips. The musky smell on your face and the soft skin rubbing against your chin. your nipples being punished in unison with the soft torture to your clit then nothing,
Silence, being alone on the bed. Wet, trembling. Moving your hips in vain, searching for something to make contact with your cunt. A mouth, a hand, a cock, anything. Feeling the wetness slide down to the crack of your ass. The ache for that first insertion of something, anything your muscles trembling pussy contracting, so close and so far from release...
You feel like begging for it. You want it so bad, but you refrain, you somehow feel it is not right. During this whole time, since you have been blind and bound you have not spoken unless spoken to, and that seems to be suiting to the occasion. You are caught up thinking of this, when you feel the weight on the bed again and you anticipate contact.
You feel hands in your inner thighs again, opening, spreading your moisture all over. Using it to lubricate you lips and your anus. You feel a finger up your ass, then two, and the soft warm breath against your clit before a mouth envelopes your clit again. The tongue uncovers it then the pursed lips softly tug at it. Like if the one who is doing all this is all too familiar with what a woman needs to be pleased. It starts bringing you again towards orgasm. You feel it building inside you, gigantic, overpowering. You are so close.
The mouth stops again, you feel like crying, your hips buck and then you realize. The fingers have not left your insides, and this is a consolation. Then they are gone too. You are about to start whimpering, protest it is not fair, when you feel hands on your hips, raising them, you spread your legs in silent offering trying to open your orifices as wide as possible. You feel a cock pressing against your pussy lips, opening them, traveling all the length of your flooded slit. It starts to go in, you are so happy you just feel like saying thank you. The pressure on your nipples begins again, pinching, pulling, tugging. then the cock pulls out. This time you will protest, no matter how wrong that feels, when it slowly starts pushing against your anus. You feel the head go in, it feels so good.