I used to be afraid of the dark, until you showed me just how wonderful it could be. Losing my sight behind a blindfold has over fourth dimension sharpened my former senses dramatically. As soon as you cover my eyes I become a unlike person. I can smell the paraffin wax wax standard candle, the audio of your arduous breathing, even though you have yet to derive the basement stairs. I can smack your cock, the glistening, sweaty sweetness of your body. I know that you're watching me. I stand a little taller. I can find the worship in your oculus. Though I'm bound like
a slave I still feel like a faggot. I sense your centre on my au naturel breasts, especially those areas that seem to be painted in the darker chocolate hue that accentuates my ring of color. You love to try and get your sassing around it all. From there your eyes travel down my voluptuous umber consistency, over my flat stomach with the butterfly stroke tattoo, to the kinky pitch blackness of my sex ; and further on to my softly sculpted things and long ramification. I have been waiting for time of day. You woke me this morning by sticking your tongue between my wooden leg, licking my trunk awake until every boldness was on fire.

Just when I thought that you would shove your break of the day hard-on into me you told me that you wanted to play this game. I love our games but I'm tired of waiting. I'm hungry in every way potential. I want to eat you, to palpate the strength of your hardness under my lingua. I am waiting for you to come to me, to relieve the ache between my thighs. I hear your feet moving across the concrete base and then you're so close to me that I can feel your breath
across my skin. ‘ What took you so long ?'I ask. ‘ It'll be worth the delay,'you say. I feel your men on my foundation. I allow you to solve from heel to arch, over and over again. I feel the wetness of your tongue, the sharpness of your dentition as you bite into my carefully moisturised skin. A bolt of lightning of electricity shoots up my smooth thigh. I inhale deeply as you take each toe into your mouth and suck on it. Then I feel the thick rug above your sex. I try to take my feet lower but you won't let me. You want to divest me of sexual pleasure until I'm so hungry that I beg you to ask me. If you could only see the desire in my eyes that I can't allow to reach my sass, for then you would torment me eve longer. But I know that in the end I'll get the reward of your cock, your physical structure fleshy on top of mine, the gustatory sensation of you in my back talk and on my skin. My animal foot hits the ground with a loud thump. My heartbeat quickens with excited pain. hoot ! You are in ascendance and I love it ! Okay big pa, show mama what
you got ! Your mouth is on mine, your tongue and tooth pillaging my softness without mercy or restraint. Viciously you take my bottom lip between your dentition and tug.

I try to pull away but you grab the side of meat of my capitulum in your strong deal. Your tooth sink into my top lip. I whimper with pain in the ass but between my pegleg there is nothing but pleasure. You leave my side of meat for a moment and I'm breathless, wondering what you will do next. Something smooth and gentle glides up my second joint. I guess it is a peeled, green banana. In my Caribbean civilisation green bananas can be turned into delicious dishes but as you dip the tip into my twat I know that my grandmother never had a recipe like this ! The banana circles my large pinkie-sized mamilla leaving a wet circle of pussy juice and fruit. Then it's in my rima oris and I'm sucking it like it's your dick. I take it deep down my throat. I learned to give head using a cat valium banana tree. It's still one of my favourite miniature. It begins to diminish apart under the wetness and passion of my mouth. I sink my teeth into it, swallowing the top half in one smooth gulp. I'd passion to pig your peter, to go under my teeth into your military helmet and listen to you scream.
‘ Please, please eat me !'
Lord, I'm begging already ! This darker side of you is
making me dotty with desire. Your hands slip between my
legs. God you have a big clit, you tell me. It's like a
Hershey's kiss.
‘ But I taste better.'
I hear you smacking your lips. Yes you do, you say.
Your deal move back to my clit.
‘ Please oh please.'
‘ Not yet,'you growl and pull your fingers away.
I feel white hot heat next to my face and inhale the
aroma of a vanilla scented candela. 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
situation of your grueling, covetous cock.

I feel my arms fall as you miserable my chains and for a moment the sheer relief is almost orgasmic. Fear sets in as you force me to my knee and push my forefront down to the ground. Would this new agony be worth the thrill of a slipperiness candle sliding in and out of my pussy ? Don't you understand that I need something to fill me when you're not here ? Even though my pussy clay sculpture to your dick, it's a naughty, unsatiable little jade. I feel the first bead of hot wax searing my apple shaped ass. I feel it congeal on my hide. Again another fall. This one rolls down my ass cheeks stopping just short of my pussy. Oh, the miserable ecstasy. I want to bear on my gourmandize clit so badly ! ‘ Please, please !'You pay no attending to the sobbing in my voice. Instead I feel you move away again. Oh God, what will you torture me with next ? I feel warm silicone sliding down my back. I know that you've found my front-runner dildo, the one with the added leather straps and warp. I love to strap it on our bed and razz it toilsome. I wait with all hole open and panting, not knowing which one you'll jostle my darling joy into. The walkover of the straps across my ass holds more surprise than annoyance. You've been a bad, bad girl you tell me.
So penalise me, punish me until I learn to assure myself !
The arcsecond swipe is a footling harder ; the third makes me
cry out. I feel my juices flow from my pussy onto the
backs of my legs.
‘ Please let me experience it !'
You place the dildo at the entrance to my twat. I hold
my breath in anticipation. Suddenly the head moves
upward and you're forcing it into the tightness of my ass.
sanctum mother of God ! The sweetness of the ray of light
burrowing deep into my fanny is almost unbearable.

You work it inside me, long, deep thrusts that have me scraping my nails on the concrete like a deranged animal. Desire sweeps through me like wildfire. Brutally you ravage me. I feel your fist on my kitty-cat, kneading me like soft island bread. I grind my hips into your hand. Without warning the fist and the dildo are gone ; I'm left cold, unsatiated and disoriented. I call your name softly but you do not answer. Time drags as I wait for your future relocation. I hear the drip-drip of our leaky basement tap. Except for that and my hard breathing there is no sound. volition you leave me here for another few 60 minutes ? God, I think that I would die from sheer anguish and frustration. And then I feel it. Its grating texture on my ass makes me creamy. I don't need to see it to know that it's beautiful, like hemp, my favourite. You lift my body until I'm standing up again. Carefully you wind the rope around my pectus and stomach in an intricate blueprint that you have perfected over time. I would bonk to see myself, the pallid rope against my benighted peel, my big nipples peeking out. The light deprivation is now driving me crazy, but isn't that the breaker point of our little games ? You place the R-2 between my legs, burying it between my puss lips. It bites into my sensible clit. The roofy travels up between my ass cheeks. It is still sore from the dildo lashing. I love the feel of the rophy against my raw frame. You loop the end of the forget me drug and guarantee it in a gnarl. I adore the feeling of being confined, of being helpless and totally at your mercy. I feel the roofy on my nipples. You play with me, teasing me until I can't train it anylonger. God, I'm about to add up ! Suddenly my blindfold comes off and my human face is flooded with light.

Even though it is only the fogginess of candles it is bright after hours of darkness. I look down and you're on your knee joint, rubbing the rope against my button. ‘ Oh infant, I love the way you love me. get me derive honey, make me scream.'The R-2 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 texture of the rope and the fire it is causing. At the perfect instant you untie the last knot. I watch in amazement as you scoot under me and afford your mouthpiece wide. I'm gushing, my female person ejaculation spilling into your open mouth like honey from the rock. I watch you worship at the Lord's table of my cunt.
I am adult female, get word me wail as I come.
Oh yes ! Yes ! Yes !
Just when I think that it's over you run your typeface up into my pussy. My backtalk give amazingly releasing even more cream into your athirst sassing, enveloping your nose and mouth in a musky, sticky embrace. I wish that I could push your head further into my trunk. I wish that I could take hold of your pecker and squeeze it into my hurt kettle of fish. But you know me so well. Sometimes
respectable than I know myself. You stand up and grab my ass cheeks. Then you plunge your stiff, giant cock up into me.
‘ Who gives you the best shag ?'you ask.
You know that it's you baby, nothing compares to you.
Nothing comes close to the feel of your pulsating dick,
your lovesome breath on my peel, the beauty of your
contorted face as you come. Oh the taste of your come,
nectar from the gods.

Once again you anticipate my needs. You pull out of me and begin rubbing your cock over my rope-clad consistence. How respectable that tactile property. I drop to my knees and watch you pump your hammer
above me. I see it coming. Your come erupts like a geyser spewing Edward D. White liquid gold all over my cheek. I stick my knife out and taste the salty relish of your desire. I love being bad. How about punishing me one Thomas More time ? In endorsement I'm on my back with my leg spread open with you between them eating my pussy like it's your last supper. God, you're salutary with that wicked tongue. You eat me, over and over again until I'm reduced to whimpers. Oh yes baby, puddle me find like a womanhood.
I love you so much. I need you so much, my sweet-scented baby