I used to be afraid of the shadow, until you showed me just how rattling it could be. Losing my sight behind a blindfold has over sentence sharpened my former senses dramatically. As soon as you cover my middle I become a different someone. I can smell the paraffin wax standard candle, the sounds of your heavy breathing, even though you have yet to deign the basement stairs. I can smell your cock, the glistening, sweaty sweetness of your dead body. I know that you're watching me. I stand a niggling taller. I can feel the worship in your eyes. Though I'm bound like
a striver I still feel like a king. I sense your optic on my nude bosom, especially those country that seem to be painted in the darker chocolate hue that accentuates my ring of color. You love to try and get your mouth around it all. From there your eyes travel down my epicurean deep brown body, over my categorical stomach with the butterfly stroke tattoo, to the kinky inkiness of my sex ; and further on to my softly sculpted affair and long legs. I have been waiting for hours. You woke me this morning by sticking your knife between my pegleg, licking my body awake until every heart was on fire.

Just when I thought that you would squeeze your forenoon hard-on into me you told me that you wanted to play this secret plan. I love our games but I'm tired of waiting. I'm hungry in every way possible. I want to eat you, to finger the force of your hardness under my glossa. I am waiting for you to follow to me, to salvage the ache between my thigh. I hear your feet moving across the concrete trading floor and then you're so close to me that I can feel your breathing spell
across my tegument. ‘ What took you so long ?'I ask. ‘ It'll be worth the wait,'you say. I feel your mitt on my feet. I allow you to lick from heel to arch, over and over again. I feel the wetness of your tongue, the acuity of your teeth as you bite into my carefully moisturised skin. A dash of electrical energy shoots up my tranquil thigh. I inhale deeply as you take each toe into your mouth and suction on it. Then I feel the midst carpet above your sex. I try to get my feet depress but you won't let me. You want to deprive me of intimate pleasure until I'm so hungry that I beg you to film me. If you could only see the desire in my eye that I can't allow to reach my lip, for then you would torture me eve longer. But I know that in the end I'll get the payoff of your peter, your body heavy on top of mine, the taste of you in my mouth and on my peel. My foot hits the priming with a tawdry thump. My twinkling quickens with excite hurting. shit ! You are in control and I love it ! Okay big daddy, show mama what
you got ! Your rima oris is on mine, your tongue and teeth pillaging my unfitness without mercy or restraint. Viciously you take my rear end lip between your dentition and tug.

I try to pluck away but you grab the incline of my headspring in your substantial hands. Your dentition cesspool into my top lip. I whimper with pain but between my legs there is nothing but pleasure. You leave my side for a present moment and I'm breathless, wondering what you will do next. Something smooth and piano sailplaning up my second joint. I guess it is a bare-ass, super acid banana. In my Caribbean culture viridity bananas can be turned into delicious dishes but as you dip the tip into my kitty-cat I know that my grannie never had a recipe like this ! The banana circles my large pinkie-sized nipples leaving a wet circle of kitty juice and fruit. Then it's in my lip and I'm sucking it like it's your dick. I take it deep down my pharynx. I learned to pass head using a green banana. It's still one of my favourite miniature. It begins to fall apart under the wetness and passionateness of my rima oris. I sink my teeth into it, swallowing the top one-half in one smooth gulp. I'd love to devour your cock, to sink my teeth into your military helmet and take heed to you scream.
‘ Please, please eat me !'
Jehovah, I'm begging already ! This darker side of you is
making me crazy with desire. Your helping hand slip between my
leg. God you have a big clit, you tell me. It's like a
Milton Snavely Hershey's kiss.
‘ But I taste better.'
I hear you smacking your lips. Yes you do, you say.
Your helping hand moves back to my clit.
‘ Please oh please.'
‘ Not yet,'you growl and pull your finger away.
I feel white hot heat energy next to my cheek and inhale the
scent of a vanilla scented candle. Now I realize what you
are doing. You are planning to fuck me with everything
that I've fucked myself with, everything that I've used in
place of your hard, jealous cock.

I feel my arms drop as you depress my Chain and for a moment the sheer easement is almost orgasmic. Fear sets in as you force me to my knees and push my head down to the priming. Would this new twisting be worth the kick of a slick cd sliding in and out of my kitty-cat ? Don't you understand that I need something to fulfill me when you're not here ? Even though my pussy moulds to your putz, it's a naughty, insatiable footling jade. I feel the first drop of hot wax searing my apple shaped ass. I feel it congeal on my skin. Again another drop. This one rolls down my ass cheeks stopping just short of my pussy. Oh, the miserable X. I want to contact my engorged clit so badly ! ‘ Please, please !'You pay no attention to the sobbing in my interpreter. Instead I feel you move away again. Oh God, what will you torture me with adjacent ? I feel warm silicone sliding down my spinal column. I know that you've found my dearie dildo, the one with the supply leather strap and warp. I love to strap it on our bed and drive it hard. I wait with all hollow exposed and panting, not knowing which one you'll shove my love joy into. The grab of the straps across my ass holds More surprise than annoyance. You've been a bad, bad little girl you tell me.
So punish me, punish me until I learn to master myself !
The second swipe is a little harder ; the third makes me
cry out. I feel my juices flow from my pussy onto the
backs of my legs.
‘ Please let me feel it !'
You place the dildo at the ingress to my snatch. I hold
my breath in anticipation. Suddenly the fountainhead moves
upward and you're forcing it into the tightness of my ass.
holy mother of God ! The sweetness of the shaft
burrowing deep into my posterior is almost unbearable.

You work it inside me, long, deep thrusting that have me scraping my nails on the concrete like a deranged brute. Desire sweeps through me like wildfire. Brutally you ravage me. I feel your fist on my pussy, kneading me like soft island moolah. I grind my rosehip into your hand. Without warning the fist and the dildo are gone ; I'm left cold, unsatisfied and confused. I call your public figure softly but you do not do. clock time drags as I wait for your next move. I hear the drip-drip of our leaky basement tap. Except for that and my heavy ventilation there is no sound. Will you leave me here for another few hour ? God, I think that I would die from sheer torture and frustration. And then I feel it. Its rough texture on my ass makes me creamy. I don't need to see it to bang that it's beautiful, like hemp, my pet. You lift my soundbox until I'm standing up again. Carefully you wind the rope around my chest and stomach in an intricate design that you have perfected over time. I would love to see myself, the pale rope against my dark skin, my big mammilla peeking out. The light deprivation is now driving me crazy, but isn't that the percentage point of our little secret plan ? You place the rope between my wooden leg, burying it between my kitty-cat lips. It bites into my sensitive clit. The rope travels up between my ass cheeks. It is still sore from the dildo whipping. I love the flavour of the forget me drug against my raw flesh. You loop the end of the rope and secure it in a knot. I adore the feeling of being confined, of being incapacitated and totally at your mercifulness. I feel the rope on my nipples. You play with me, teasing me until I can't read it anylonger. God, I'm about to come ! Suddenly my blindfold comes off and my face is flooded with ignitor.

Even though it is only the softness of candles it is bright after hours of darkness. I look down and you're on your knees, rubbing the rope against my clit. ‘ Oh baby, I love the way you love me. urinate me arrive honey, get me scream.'The rophy moves faster. ‘ Oh God, I'm gon na die !'I bend my knees, opening myself up to you. I can't breathe. I can't think. I can't do anything but feel the grain of the rope and the fire it is causing. At the utter here and now you untie the last knot. I watch in amazement as you scoot under me and open your mouth wide. I'm gushing, my female ejaculation spilling into your open mouth like honey from the rock music. I watch you worship at the altar of my cunt.
I am woman, learn me thunder as I come.
Oh yes ! Yes ! Yes !
Just when I think that it's over you run your human face up into my twat. My brim out-of-doors amazingly releasing even more skim into your hungry mouth, enveloping your nose and mouth in a musky, sticky embrace. I wish that I could press your head further into my consistency. I wish that I could catch your cock and shove it into my yearn hole. But you know me so well. Sometimes
near than I know myself. You stand up and snap up my ass brass. Then you plunge your clay, titan cock up into me.
‘ Who gives you the topper shtup ?'you ask.
You know that it's you baby, nothing compares to you.
Nothing comes close to the flavor of your pulsating pecker,
your lovesome intimation on my hide, the sweetheart of your
contorted case as you come. Oh the sense of taste of your ejaculate,
nectar from the gods.

Once again you anticipate my pauperism. You pull out of me and begin rubbing your shaft over my rope-clad organic structure. How good that feel. I drop to my human knee and sentinel you pump your cock
above me. I see it coming. Your come erupts like a geyser spewing white liquid amber all over my aspect. I stick my tongue out and taste the salty sea tang of your desire. I love being bad. How about punishing me one more time ? In seconds I'm on my backrest with my leg spread open with you between them eating my slit like it's your final supper. God, you're good with that wicked natural language. You eat me, over and over again until I'm reduced to whine. Oh yes infant, make me find like a woman.
I love you so much. I need you so much, my sweet baby