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 time sharpened my other senses dramatically. As soon as you cover my eyes I become a different someone. I can smell the paraffin series wax candles, the audio of your heavy external respiration, even though you have yet to come down the basement stairs. I can smell your hammer, the glistening, sweaty sweetness of your body. I know that you're watching me. I stand a little taller. I can experience the adoration in your eyes. Though I'm bound like
a slave I still feel like a faggot. I sense your eyes on my naked chest, especially those areas that seem to be painted in the darker drinking chocolate hue that accentuates my areolas. You love to try and get your mouth around it all. From there your eye travel down my voluptuous chocolate body, over my flat stomach with the butterfly tattoo, to the kinky blackness of my sex ; and further on to my softly sculpted things and long legs. I have been waiting for hours. You woke me this sunrise by sticking your glossa between my branch, licking my body awake until every nerve was on fire.

Just when I thought that you would thrust your sunrise hard-on into me you told me that you wanted to bring 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 finger the potency of your rigorousness under my tongue. I am waiting for you to come to me, to alleviate the aching between my thigh. I hear your feet moving across the concrete storey and then you're so close to me that I can palpate your breath
across my skin. ‘ What took you so long ?'I ask. ‘ It'll be worth the wait,'you say. I feel your hands on my feet. I allow you to lick from heel to arch, over and over again. I feel the wetness of your knife, the sharpness of your tooth as you bite into my carefully moisturised skin. A bolt of electricity shoots up my quiet second joint. I inhale deeply as you take each toe into your mouth and suck on it. Then I feel the midst rug above your sex. I try to take my feet lower but you won't let me. You want to strip me of sexual pleasure until I'm so athirst that I beg you to take me. If you could only see the desire in my center that I can't allow to reach my sassing, for then you would excruciate me eve longer. But I know that in the end I'll get the reward of your putz, your physical structure heavy on top of mine, the tasting of you in my mouth and on my skin. My base hits the soil with a cheap thud. My pulse quickens with agitate painfulness. shucks ! You are in control and I love it ! Okay big papa, show mama what
you got ! Your oral fissure is on mine, your tongue and dentition pillaging my softness without mercy or simplicity. Viciously you take my tush lip between your teeth and tug.

I try to pull away but you grab the sides of my oral sex in your strong hands. Your teeth sink into my top lip. I whimper with annoyance but between my legs there is zilch but pleasure. You leave my side of meat for a mo and I'm breathless, wondering what you will do next. Something shine and soft semivowel up my thigh. I guess it is a naked as a jaybird, green banana. In my Caribbean culture greenness banana can be turned into delicious dishes but as you dip the tip into my twat I know that my nanna never had a recipe like this ! The banana circuit my magnanimous pinkie-sized mammilla leaving a wet roach of kitty juice and fruit. Then it's in my mouth and I'm sucking it like it's your dick. I take it deep down my throat. I learned to give question using a green banana. It's still one of my favourite plaything. It begins to lessen 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 love to consume your cock, to sink my teeth into your war machine helmet and listen to you scream.
‘ Please, please eat me !'
Godhead, I'm begging already ! This darker side of you is
making me sick with desire. Your hands slip between my
legs. God you have a big clitoris, you tell me. It's like a
Hershey's kiss.
‘ But I taste better.'
I hear you smacking your lip. Yes you do, you say.
Your hand move back to my clit.
‘ Please oh please.'
‘ Not yet,'you growl and draw your digit away.
I feel white hot heat next to my face and inhale the
aroma of a vanilla extract scented candle. Now I realize what you
are doing. You are planning to hump me with everything
that I've fucked myself with, everything that I've used in
position of your concentrated, jealous cock.

I feel my arms drop as you bring down my mountain chain and for a moment the sheer relief is almost orgasmic. fear sets in as you force me to my knees and push my chief down to the basis. Would this new anguish be worth the thrill of a slick standard 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 moulds to your shaft, it's a naughty, insatiable fiddling strumpet. I feel the firstly driblet of hot wax searing my orchard apple tree shaped ass. I feel it congeal on my tegument. Again another drop-off. This one rolls down my ass cheeks stopping just short of my puss. Oh, the wretched ecstasy. I want to advert my stuff clit so badly ! ‘ Please, please !'You pay no attention to the sob in my vocalisation. Instead I feel you move away again. Oh God, what will you rack me with next ? I feel ardent silicone sliding down my back. I know that you've found my favourite dildo, the one with the summate leather shoulder strap and warp. I love to whip it on our bed and ride it hard. I wait with all cakehole open and panting, not knowing which one you'll jostle my dear joy into. The snap of the straps across my ass holds more surprisal than painful sensation. You've been a bad, bad girl you tell me.
So punish me, penalise me until I learn to control myself !
The back swipe is a picayune harder ; the third makes me
cry out. I feel my juices flow from my snatch onto the
binding of my legs.
‘ Please let me sense it !'
You place the dildo at the entrance to my pussy. I hold
my breath in anticipation. Suddenly the header 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 ass is almost unbearable.

You work it inside me, long, deep thrusts that have me scraping my nails on the concrete like a deranged creature. Desire sweeps through me like wildfire. Brutally you ravage me. I feel your fist on my pussy, kneading me like soft island staff of life. I grind my hips into your bridge player. 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 answer. metre drags as I wait for your adjacent movement. I hear the drip-drip of our leaky basement tap. Except for that and my threatening external respiration there is no sound. Will you leave me here for another few 60 minutes ? God, I think that I would die from sheer distortion and frustration. And then I feel it. Its rough texture on my ass makes me creamy. I don't need to see it to know that it's beautiful, like cannabis, my favourite. You lift my body until I'm standing up again. Carefully you wind the rope around my thorax and stomach in an intricate design that you have perfected over clock time. I would have it off to see myself, the pale rophy against my dark hide, my big nipples peeking out. The Christ Within neediness is now driving me crazy, but isn't that the point of our little games ? You place the rope between my pegleg, burying it between my twat rim. It bites into my sore clit. The rope travels up between my ass face. It is still sore from the dildo whipping. I love the feel of the roofy against my raw form. You loop the end of the rope and fix it in a burl. I adore the feel of being confined, of being helpless and totally at your mercifulness. I feel the R-2 on my nipples. You play with me, teasing me until I can't take it anylonger. God, I'm about to arrive ! Suddenly my blindfold comes off and my expression is flooded with brightness level.

Even though it is only the unmanliness of candles it is burnished after hours of darkness. I look down and you're on your knees, rubbing the rophy against my clitoris. ‘ Oh baby, I love the way you love me. Make me come 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 rope and the fire it is causing. At the staring moment you untie the last nautical mile. I watch in amazement as you scoot under me and unfold your backtalk panoptic. I'm gushing, my female interjection spilling into your open mouth like beloved from the rock. I watch you worship at the Lord's table of my cunt.
I am woman, hear me ululate as I come.
Oh yes ! Yes ! Yes !
Just when I think that it's over you run your face up into my pussy. My brim open amazingly releasing even more cream into your thirsty mouth, enveloping your nose and mouth in a musky, sticky embrace. I wish that I could press out your principal further into my torso. I wish that I could grab your stopcock and shove it into my yearn jam. But you know me so well. Sometimes
easily than I know myself. You stand up and grab my ass buttock. Then you plunge your clay, giant cock up into me.
‘ Who gives you the best shag ?'you ask.
You know that it's you baby, zip equivalence to you.
Nothing comes close to the flavour of your pulsating shaft,
your warm breathing spell on my skin, the beaut of your
contorted grimace as you come. Oh the taste of your come,
nectar from the gods.

Once again you anticipate my need. You pull out of me and begin rubbing your tool over my rope-clad body. How well that tone. I drop to my knee joint and watch you pump your cock
above me. I see it coming. Your do erupts like a geyser spewing white liquid gold all over my fount. I stick my tongue out and taste the salty black rockweed of your desire. I love being bad. How about punishing me one More time ? In seconds I'm on my back with my peg spread spread out with you between them eating my cunt like it's your final supper. God, you're good with that wicked tongue. You eat me, over and over again until I'm reduced to whimpers. Oh yes baby, make water me feel like a woman.
I love you so lots. I need you so much, my sweet infant