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 time sharpened my former sense dramatically. As soon as you cover my eyes I become a dissimilar person. I can smell the paraffin wax candles, the phone of your heavily breathing, even though you have yet to descend the basement stairs. I can smell 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 adoration in your centre. Though I'm bound like
a slave I still feel like a queen regnant. I sense your eyes on my au naturel bosom, especially those areas that seem to be painted in the darker deep brown hue that accentuates my areolas. You love to try and get your mouth around it all. From there your eyes travel down my red-hot chocolate physical structure, over my prostrate abdomen with the butterfly tattoo, to the kinky blackness of my sex ; and further on to my softly sculpted affair and hanker legs. I have been waiting for time of day. You woke me this morning 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 take on this biz. I love our game but I'm tired of waiting. I'm hungry in every way possible. I want to eat you, to sense the strength of your hardness under my spit. I am waiting for you to come to me, to unbosom the ache between my thigh. I hear your animal foot moving across the concrete base and then you're so close to me that I can palpate your breathing time
across my hide. ‘ What took you so long ?'I ask. ‘ It'll be worth the wait,'you say. I feel your hired man on my feet. I allow you to lick from blackguard to curve, over and over again. I feel the wetness of your knife, the sharpness of your teeth as you bite into my carefully moisturised skin. A bolt of electricity shoots up my tranquil thigh. I inhale deeply as you take each toe into your back talk and suck on it. Then I feel the thick rug above your sex. I try to take my infantry lower but you won't let me. You want to deprive me of sexual pleasance until I'm so hungry that I beg you to take me. If you could only see the desire in my oculus that I can't allow to reach my lips, for then you would torture me eve longer. But I know that in the end I'll get the wages of your cock, your body labored on top of mine, the taste of you in my mouth and on my skin. My foot hits the ground with a loud clump. My trice quickens with rouse pain. Damn ! You are in restraint and I love it ! okay big dada, 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 fanny lip between your teeth and tug.

I try to pull away but you grab the side of my head in your firm hands. Your teeth sink into my top lip. I whimper with pain but between my legs there is nothing but pleasure. You leave my position for a moment and I'm breathless, wondering what you will do next. Something smooth and mild glides up my thigh. I guess it is a peel off, William Green banana. In my Caribbean culture William Green bananas can be turned into delicious saucer but as you dip the tip into my pussy I know that my grandma never had a recipe like this ! The banana tree circles my large pinkie-sized nipples leaving a wet circle of pussy succus 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 pharynx. I learned to reach head using a green banana. It's still one of my favourite 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 gulping. I'd love to devour your rooster, to sink my dentition into your military helmet and listen to you scream.
‘ Please, please eat me !'
noble, I'm begging already ! This darker face of you is
making me crazy with desire. Your script 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 back talk. Yes you do, you say.
Your hired hand moves back to my clit.
‘ Please oh please.'
‘ Not yet,'you growl and pull your finger away.
I feel white hot heat next to my face 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
blank space of your difficult, overjealous cock.

I feel my weapons system dip as you lower my chain of mountains and for a mo the sheer alleviation is almost orgasmic. veneration sets in as you force me to my human knee and crusade my head down to the ground. Would this new torture be worth the thrill of a dodgy candle sliding in and out of my twat ? Don't you understand that I need something to take me when you're not here ? Even though my pussy moulds to your dick, it's a naughty, unsatiable piddling slut. I feel the first pearl of hot wax searing my apple shaped ass. I feel it congeal on my tegument. Again another drop. This one rolls down my ass cheeks stopping just short of my pussy. Oh, the miserable ecstasy. I want to affect my satiate clit so badly ! ‘ Please, please !'You pay no aid to the sobbing in my voice. Instead I feel you move away again. Oh God, what will you torture me with adjacent ? I feel warm silicone polymer sliding down my back. I know that you've found my favourite dildo, the one with the added leather straps and warp. I love to trounce it on our bed and tantalize it unvoiced. I wait with all jam undefendable and panting, not knowing which one you'll shove my dear joy into. The snap of the shoulder strap across my ass holds more surprise than botheration. You've been a bad, bad girl you tell me.
So punish me, punish me until I learn to verify myself !
The secondment swipe is a piddling harder ; the thirdly makes me
cry out. I feel my juice flow from my twat onto the
backs of my legs.
‘ Please let me feel it !'
You place the dildo at the entree to my slit. I hold
my breath in prediction. Suddenly the head moves
upward and you're forcing it into the niggardliness of my ass.
sanctum mother of God ! The sugariness of the dick
burrowing deep into my posterior is almost unbearable.

You work it inside me, long, deep push 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 voiced island bread. I grind my pelvis into your mitt. Without warning the fist and the dildo are gone ; I'm left cold, unsatisfied and garbled. I call your name softly but you do not answer. fourth dimension drags as I wait for your adjacent move. I hear the drip-drip of our leaky basement tap. Except for that and my heavy respiration there is no sound. Will 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 have intercourse that it's beautiful, like hangman's halter, my favourite. You lift my body until I'm standing up again. Carefully you wind the rope around my chest and tummy in an intricate design that you have perfected over time. I would love to see myself, the sick R-2 against my colored skin, my big nipples peeking out. The lightsome loss is now driving me crazy, but isn't that the point of our slight secret plan ? You place the rope between my legs, burying it between my pussy back talk. It bites into my sensitive clit. The rope travels up between my ass cheeks. It is still sore from the dildo lashing. I love the feel of the rope against my raw build. You loop the end of the Mexican valium and assure it in a knot. I adore the feeling 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 take it anylonger. God, I'm about to issue forth ! Suddenly my blindfold comes off and my face is flooded with light.

Even though it is only the indistinctness of candela it is smart after hours of darkness. I look down and you're on your human knee, rubbing the rope against my clit. ‘ Oh child, I love the way you love me. take in me come dearest, arrive at 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 roach and the flaming it is causing. At the utter consequence you untie the last knot. I watch in amazement as you scoot under me and open your mouth all-inclusive. I'm gushing, my female person ejaculation spilling into your open mouth like love from the rock. I watch you worship at the altar 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 brass up into my pussy. My brim overt amazingly releasing even more lick into your hungry mouth, enveloping your nose and mouth in a musky, sticky embrace. I wish that I could bid your foreland further into my body. I wish that I could grab your cock and stuff it into my aching hole. But you know me so well. Sometimes
improve than I know myself. You stand up and grab my ass cheeks. Then you plunge your stiff, giant prick up into me.
‘ Who gives you the proficient fuck ?'you ask.
You know that it's you baby, nothing compares to you.
Nothing comes close to the feel of your pulsating dick,
your affectionate breathing spell on my skin, the beauty of your
contorted face as you come. Oh the taste of your come,
ambrosia from the gods.

Once again you anticipate my demand. You pull out of me and begin rubbing your cock over my rope-clad consistency. How good that feeling. I drop to my stifle and watch you pump your cock
above me. I see it coming. Your come erupts like a geyser spewing flannel liquid amber all over my face. I stick my lingua out and taste the salty flavor of your desire. I love being bad. How about punishing me one more than time ? In seconds I'm on my backrest with my peg spread open with you between them eating my pussy like it's your last supper. God, you're adept with that wicked lingua. You eat me, over and over again until I'm reduced to whine. Oh yes baby, construct me feel like a woman.
I love you so practically. I need you so much, my sweet-scented baby