I bring myself almost to the edge. Tingling with pleasure, excitement and anticipation of what is to come, I quickly turn off the water and step out of the tub. Not bothering to dry off, I adjust my blindfold. I feel my way through the bathroom, enjoying the heightened sensation of touch with my vision blocked by the satin blindfold. I've done this many times before and have become an expert at navigating my path. I enter the bedroom, where everything I want and need at this very moment awaits me.
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My goddess turns off the water and steps out of the bathtub. My heart stops as I am sure she is about to catch me spying on her. To my surprise, she doesn't remove the blindfold. She reaches out to steady herself on the counter, then proceeds towards me. I back into the corner opposite the door, praying she leaves the bathroom completely blindfolded and somehow miraculously never knows I'm there.
I catch a whiff of the sweet floral scent of her bubble bath as she walks by me. I resist the temptation to grab her and bend her over the countertop and take her from behind, reminding myself that she seems completely unaware of my presence.
After she leaves the bathroom, I listen for the sound of her leaving the bedroom. A minute or two goes by, although it seems to last forever. I reach down and give myself a few quick strokes to relieve some of the tension, knowing that as soon as the coast is clear, I can jerk off in the very spot where this beautiful creature was touching herself just moments earlier.
The sound of her movements seems to continue in the bedroom. Surely she must have left by now. I walk into the bedroom to find that my sweet goddess has transformed into a wanton sex kitten. For the second time that night, I found myself breathless and mesmerized as the curvy brunette vixen in front of me whispered the last word I expected to hear.
"Oh, daddy...."
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Still blindfolded, enjoying the idea that anything could be happening around me without my knowledge, I find my way to my father's desk. Earlier, I had pulled the chair out from the desk and positioned it directly under a large hook on the ceiling. Usually a plant hung from there; tonight there is a rope with soft cuffs attached at each end hanging down from the hook. I had attached a suction-cup dildo to the chair as well.
I reached up to secure my wrists in the cuffs. The rope was the perfect length; it held my arms above my head, with just enough leeway to allow for the movement I needed. I straddled the chair and lowered my pussy to the tip of the dildo. I slowly rubbed it against my clit, wishing that it was Eric's cock I was about to ride. The pull of the rope on my wrists tightened as I lowered my pussy onto the dildo, allowing just the tip to enter me. Inch by inch, the dildo slid into my wet pussy. As I slid my pussy onto the dildo, my arms were pulled tight above me. I imagined I was Eric's sex slave, blindfolded, tied up and bound in a position that allowed only for me to bounce on his thick cock.
As the last inch of the dildo disappeared inside my pussy, I whispered the words I so desperately wanted Eric to hear.
"Oh, daddy..."