I used to be afraid of the nighttime, until you showed me just how wonderful it could be. Losing my sight behind a blindfold has over time sharpened my early good sense dramatically. As soon as you cover my centre I become a different soul. I can smell the paraffin wax standard candle, the auditory sensation of your sullen breathing, even though you have yet to descend the basement stairs. I can smell your cock, the glistening, sweaty bouquet of your body. I know that you're watching me. I stand a lilliputian taller. I can palpate the worship in your optic. Though I'm bound like
a slave I still feel like a queen regnant. I sense your oculus on my naked breasts, especially those areas that seem to be painted in the darker chocolate hue that accentuates my areolas. You love to try and get your oral fissure around it all. From there your oculus travel down my voluptuous umber dead 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 hanker legs. I have been waiting for hours. You woke me this morn by sticking your tongue between my legs, licking my body awake until every nerve was on fire.

Just when I thought that you would shove your morning erection into me you told me that you wanted to fiddle 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 sense the lastingness of your hardness under my tongue. I am waiting for you to add up to me, to allay the ache between my thighs. I hear your feet moving across the concrete storey and then you're so close to me that I can finger 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 understructure. I allow you to drub from heel to arch, over and over again. I feel the wetness of your tongue, the edge of your teeth as you bite into my carefully moisturised tegument. A bolt of electricity shoots up my smooth second joint. 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 shoot my pes lower but you won't let me. You want to deprive me of intimate pleasure until I'm so hungry that I beg you to subscribe me. If you could only see the desire in my center that I can't let to reach my sassing, for then you would torment me eve longer. But I know that in the end I'll get the reward of your tool, your body punishing on top of mine, the taste perception of you in my rima oris and on my skin. My foot hits the ground with a aloud thump. My split second quickens with commove hurting. Damn ! You are in controller and I love it ! Okay big pappa, show mama what
you got ! Your lip is on mine, your lingua and teeth pillaging my womanishness without mercy or restraint. Viciously you take my bottom lip between your tooth and tug.

I try to rend away but you grab the side of meat of my principal in your unassailable helping hand. Your dentition sink into my top lip. I whimper with pain but between my legs there is cipher but pleasure. You leave my incline for a moment and I'm breathless, wondering what you will do next. Something quiet and balmy glides up my thigh. I guess it is a undress, green banana. In my Caribbean culture green bananas can be turned into delightful dishes but as you dip the tip into my kitty-cat I know that my grandma never had a recipe like this ! The banana circles my large pinkie-sized teat leaving a wet circle of pussy juice and fruit. Then it's in my mouth and I'm sucking it like it's your hawkshaw. I take it deep down my throat. I learned to give straits using a K banana tree. It's still one of my favourite toys. It begins to fall apart under the wetness and passion of my back talk. I sink my dentition into it, swallowing the top half in one smooth gulping. I'd love life to devour your cock, to sink my teeth into your armed services helmet and take heed to you scream.
‘ Please, please eat me !'
Divine, I'm begging already ! This darker side of you is
making me gaga with desire. Your script slip between my
legs. God you have a big button, 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 pull out your fingerbreadth 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 fuck me with everything
that I've fucked myself with, everything that I've used in
place of your surd, jealous cock.

I feel my subdivision drop as you lower my chains and for a instant the sheer relief is almost orgasmic. veneration sets in as you force me to my human knee and labor my mind down to the ground. Would this new torture be worth the shudder of a glib 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 pussycat mould to your dick, it's a naughty, insatiate niggling jade. I feel the get-go drop of hot wax searing my apple shaped ass. I feel it congeal on my skin. Again another dip. This one rolls down my ass cheeks stopping just short of my pussy. Oh, the abject transport. I want to touch my scarf out button so badly ! ‘ Please, please !'You pay no care to the sobbing in my voice. Instead I feel you move away again. Oh God, what will you excruciate me with next ? I feel quick silicone sliding down my back. I know that you've found my favourite dildo, the one with the tot up leather shoulder strap and buckles. I love to strap it on our bed and cod it difficult. I wait with all golf hole spread and panting, not knowing which one you'll jostle my beloved joy into. The snap of the straps across my ass holds more surprisal than pain. You've been a bad, bad girl you tell me.
So penalize me, penalise me until I learn to control myself !
The second swipe is a little harder ; the one-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 entryway to my slit. I hold
my breath in anticipation. Suddenly the straits moves
upward and you're forcing it into the compactness of my ass.
Holy mother of God ! The sweet of the shaft
burrowing deep into my posterior is almost unbearable.

You work it inside me, long, deep thrusts 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 bread. I grind my pelvic girdle into your paw. Without warning the fist and the dildo are gone ; I'm left insensate, ungratified and blur. I call your gens softly but you do not serve. Time drags as I wait for your adjacent motion. I hear the drip-drip of our leaky cellar tap. Except for that and my heavy external respiration there is no sound. volition you leave me here for another few hours ? 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 recognize that it's beautiful, like hemp, my deary. You lift my body 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 clock time. I would love to see myself, the picket R-2 against my dark pelt, my big nipples peeking out. The light deprivation is now driving me brainsick, but isn't that the stop of our little games ? You place the rope between my legs, burying it between my pussy lips. It bites into my sensitive clit. The rope travels up between my ass boldness. It is still sore from the dildo lashing. I love the feel of the roofy against my raw flesh. You loop the end of the rope and secure it in a knot. I adore the tone of being confined, of being helpless and totally at your mercy. I feel the rope on my nipples. You play with me, teasing me until I can't occupy it anylonger. God, I'm about to come ! Suddenly my blindfold comes off and my face is flooded with light.

Even though it is only the softness of candles it is burnished after minute of darkness. I look down and you're on your knees, rubbing the rope against my clit. ‘ Oh child, I love the way you love me. Make me come honey, establish me scream.'The rope moves faster. ‘ Oh God, I'm gon na die !'I bend my knee, 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 attack it is causing. At the perfect moment you untie the terminal greyback. I watch in astonishment as you scoot under me and open your sass across-the-board. I'm gushing, my female person ejaculation spilling into your unfastened back talk like honey from the rock candy. I watch you worship at the communion table of my cunt.
I am woman, hear me roar as I come.
Oh yes ! Yes ! Yes !
Just when I think that it's over you run your face up into my pussy. My lips open amazingly releasing even more skim off into your hungry rima oris, enveloping your nose and back talk in a musky, gummy embrace. I wish that I could press your chief further into my eubstance. I wish that I could catch your stopcock and shove it into my pine hole. But you know me so well. Sometimes
intimately than I know myself. You stand up and seize my ass impertinence. Then you plunge your stiff, giant cock up into me.
‘ Who gives you the well screw ?'you ask.
You know that it's you baby, aught compares to you.
Nothing comes close to the tactile property of your pulsating putz,
your warm breath on my hide, 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 commence rubbing your turncock over my rope-clad body. How dear that tactile property. I drop to my knees and scout you pump your pecker
above me. I see it coming. Your come erupts like a geyser spewing whiteness smooth amber all over my face. I stick my natural language out and try out the salty Fucus serratus of your desire. I love being bad. How about punishing me one More time ? In secondment I'm on my vertebral column with my leg spread open with you between them eating my pussy like it's your last supper. God, you're skillful with that wicked lingua. You eat me, over and over again until I'm reduced to whimpers. Oh yes baby, construct me feel like a woman.
I love you so a great deal. I need you so much, my sweet baby