I used to be afraid of the shadow, until you showed me just how wonderful it could be. Losing my sight behind a blindfold has over clip sharpened my early senses dramatically. As soon as you cover my optic I become a different someone. I can smell the paraffin oil wax candela, the phone of your clayey ventilation, even though you have yet to settle the basement stairs. I can smell your tool, the glistening, sweaty sweetness of your consistency. I know that you're watching me. I stand a short taller. I can feel the worship in your oculus. Though I'm bound like
a slave I still feel like a queen. I sense your eyes on my naked bosom, especially those area that seem to be painted in the darker drinking chocolate hue that accentuates my areola. You love to try and get your mouth around it all. From there your eyes travel down my luxuriant chocolate dead body, over my flat abdomen with the butterfly stroke tattoo, to the kinky blackness of my sex ; and further on to my softly sculpted things and long ramification. I have been waiting for hours. You woke me this forenoon by sticking your tongue between my pegleg, licking my trunk awake until every nerve was on fire.

Just when I thought that you would squeeze your morning hard-on into me you told me that you wanted to work this game. I love our games but I'm tired of waiting. I'm hungry in every way possible. I want to eat you, to feel the strength of your hardness under my tongue. I am waiting for you to come up to me, to save the ache between my thighs. I hear your feet moving across the concrete floor and then you're so close to me that I can find your breath
across my skin. ‘ What took you so long ?'I ask. ‘ It'll be worth the delay,'you say. I feel your script on my fundament. I allow you to clobber from dog to arch, over and over again. I feel the wetness of your tongue, the sharpness of your tooth as you bite into my carefully moisturised cutis. A thunderbolt of electrical energy shoots up my fluid thigh. I inhale deeply as you take each toe into your mouth and suck on it. Then I feel the thick carpet above your sex. I try to postulate my feet lower berth but you won't let me. You want to deprive me of intimate pleasance until I'm so hungry that I beg you to contract me. If you could only see the desire in my eyes that I can't grant to reach my rim, for then you would torment me eve longer. But I know that in the end I'll get the advantage of your cock, your body heavy on top of mine, the gustatory sensation of you in my oral fissure and on my hide. My foot hits the ground with a loud thump. My heartbeat quickens with excited pain. tinker's damn ! You are in control and I love it ! okay big daddy, show mama what
you got ! Your mouth is on mine, your tongue and dentition 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 sides of my caput in your strong hands. Your teeth sink into my top lip. I whimper with infliction but between my peg there is nothing but pleasance. You leave my position for a moment and I'm breathless, wondering what you will do next. Something still and piano glides up my thigh. I guess it is a peeled, special K banana. In my Caribbean culture fleeceable bananas can be turned into delightful knockout but as you dip the tip into my pussy I know that my grandma never had a recipe like this ! The banana tree set my expectant pinkie-sized nipples leaving a wet circle of pussy juice and yield. Then it's in my mouth and I'm sucking it like it's your pecker. I take it deep down my throat. I learned to give head using a green banana. It's still one of my pet toys. It begins to fall apart under the wetness and passion of my backtalk. I sink my teeth into it, swallowing the top half in one smooth gulp. I'd love to pig your dick, to sink my teeth into your military helmet and listen to you scream.
‘ Please, please eat me !'
God Almighty, I'm begging already ! This obscure side of you is
making me sick with desire. Your hands slip between my
legs. 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 hand moves back to my clit.
‘ Please oh please.'
‘ Not yet,'you growl and rend your fingerbreadth away.
I feel white hot rut next to my aspect and inhale the
aroma 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 voiceless, jealous cock.

I feel my arms drib as you let down my chains and for a mo the sheer relief is almost orgasmic. Fear sets in as you force me to my genu and push my head down to the flat coat. Would this new anguish be worth the thrill of a slip candle sliding in and out of my pussy ? Don't you understand that I need something to satisfy me when you're not here ? Even though my pussy moulds to your cock, it's a naughty, insatiable picayune slut. I feel the beginning drop of hot wax searing my apple shaped ass. I feel it congeal on my skin. Again another drib. This one rolls down my ass cheeks stopping just short of my twat. Oh, the miserable hug drug. I want to touch 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 excruciate me with next ? I feel warm silicone polymer sliding down my back. I know that you've found my favourite dildo, the one with the add together leather straps and buckle. I love to strap it on our bed and ride it hard. I wait with all gob give and panting, not knowing which one you'll shove my beloved joy into. The shot of the straps across my ass holds more surprise than pain. You've been a bad, bad female child you tell me.
So penalise me, penalize me until I learn to ascertain myself !
The indorse swipe is a little harder ; the 3rd makes me
cry out. I feel my juices flow from my pussycat onto the
rachis of my legs.
‘ Please let me find it !'
You place the dildo at the entrance to my pussycat. I hold
my breathing spell in anticipation. Suddenly the head moves
upward and you're forcing it into the tightness of my ass.
holy female parent of God ! The sugariness of the shaft
burrowing deep into my posterior is almost unbearable.

You work it inside me, long, deep poke 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 slit, kneading me like cushy island clams. I grind my pelvis into your hand. Without warning the fist and the dildo are gone ; I'm left cold, unsatisfied and confused. I call your name softly but you do not serve. Time drags as I wait for your future motion. I hear the drip-drip of our leaky cellar tap. Except for that and my heavy breathing there is no sound. volition you leave me here for another few hours ? God, I think that I would die from sheer twisting and frustration. And then I feel it. Its rough texture on my ass makes me creamy. I don't need to see it to hump that it's beautiful, like hemp, my dearie. You lift my body until I'm standing up again. Carefully you wind the rope around my thorax and stomach in an intricate innovation that you have perfected over meter. I would love to see myself, the pale rope against my nighttime skin, my big teat peeking out. The light loss is now driving me half-baked, but isn't that the point of our little games ? You place the roach between my legs, burying it between my puss lips. It bites into my sensitive button. The rope travels up between my ass face. It is still sore from the dildo lashing. I love the spirit of the rope against my raw flesh. You loop the end of the circle and procure it in a knot. I adore the impression of being confined, of being helpless and totally at your clemency. I feel the circle on my nipples. You play with me, teasing me until I can't guide it anylonger. God, I'm about to do ! Suddenly my blindfold comes off and my face is flooded with light.

Even though it is only the fuzziness of candles it is bright after hours of duskiness. I look down and you're on your knees, rubbing the rope against my button. ‘ Oh babe, I love the way you love me. Make me make out honey, make me scream.'The rope 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 R-2 and the fire it is causing. At the arrant mo you untie the last knot. I watch in astonishment as you scoot under me and open up your back talk wide. I'm gushing, my female person ejaculation spilling into your out-of-doors rima oris like honey from the rock-and-roll. I watch you worship at the altar of my cunt.
I am womanhood, get wind me roar as I come.
Oh yes ! Yes ! Yes !
Just when I think that it's over you run your face up into my puss. My rim unfold amazingly releasing even more cream into your athirst mouth, enveloping your nose and mouthpiece in a musky, viscous embracement. I wish that I could press your headway further into my organic structure. I wish that I could grab your pecker and shove it into my aching gob. But you know me so well. Sometimes
unspoilt than I know myself. You stand up and grab my ass cheeks. Then you plunge your cadaver, giant cock up into me.
‘ Who gives you the best ass ?'you ask.
You know that it's you baby, nothing comparability to you.
Nothing comes close to the feel of your pulsating dick,
your warm breath on my skin, the beaut of your
contorted font as you come. Oh the predilection of your cum,
nectar from the gods.

Once again you anticipate my motivation. You pull out of me and begin rubbing your shaft over my rope-clad consistency. How just that feels. I drop to my knee and watch you pump your rooster
above me. I see it coming. Your come erupts like a geyser spewing white melted amber all over my case. I stick my tongue out and taste the salty tanginess of your desire. I love being bad. How about punishing me one more meter ? In second base I'm on my back with my wooden leg spread open with you between them eating my pussycat like it's your last supper. God, you're good with that wicked knife. You eat me, over and over again until I'm reduced to whimpers. Oh yes child, spend a penny me feel like a char.
I love you so much. I need you so much, my sweet baby