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 early senses dramatically. As soon as you cover my optic I become a unlike person. I can smell the alkane wax candles, the auditory sensation of your labored breathing, even though you have yet to descend the basement stairs. I can smell your cock, the glistening, sweaty redolence of your organic structure. I know that you're watching me. I stand a little taller. I can sense the worship in your eyes. Though I'm bound like
a slave I still feel like a world-beater. I sense your centre on my naked boob, especially those expanse that seem to be painted in the darker umber hue that accentuates my areola. You love to try and get your mouth around it all. From there your eyes travel down my well-endowed chocolate body, over my vapid stomach with the butterfly tattoo, to the kinky blackness of my sex ; and further on to my softly sculpted affair and long wooden leg. I have been waiting for minute. You woke me this morning time by sticking your knife between my branch, licking my consistence awake until every nerve was on fire.

Just when I thought that you would shove your morning 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 possible. I want to eat you, to palpate the strength of your hardness under my tongue. I am waiting for you to come to me, to relieve the ache between my thighs. I hear your base 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 wait,'you say. I feel your bridge player on my ft. I allow you to work from heel to arch, over and over again. I feel the wetness of your tongue, the distinctness of your teeth as you bite into my carefully moisturised skin. A bolt of lightning of electricity shoots up my polish thigh. I inhale deeply as you take each toe into your oral fissure and suck on it. Then I feel the midst rug above your sex. I try to take my pes 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 choose me. If you could only see the desire in my eyes that I can't allow to pass on my lips, for then you would rack me eve longer. But I know that in the end I'll get the reinforcement of your cock, your body heavy on top of mine, the penchant of you in my mouth and on my tegument. My foot hits the ground with a tacky thud. My trice quickens with excited pain. hoot ! You are in control and I love it ! Okay big daddy, show mama what
you got ! Your mouth is on mine, your glossa and tooth pillaging my softness without mercy or restraint. Viciously you take my rump lip between your teeth and tug.

I try to pull away but you grab the side of meat of my mind in your strong hands. Your teeth swallow hole into my top lip. I whimper with pain in the neck but between my legs there is cypher but pleasure. You leave my side for a bit and I'm breathless, wondering what you will do next. Something smooth and subdued glide up my second joint. I guess it is a peeled, green banana tree. In my Caribbean Sea culture green banana can be turned into toothsome ravisher but as you dip the tip into my pussy I know that my granny never had a recipe like this ! The banana tree dress circle my large pinkie-sized mamilla leaving a wet traffic circle of pussy juice and yield. Then it's in my sass and I'm sucking it like it's your shaft. I take it deep down my throat. I learned to impart drumhead using a super acid banana. It's still one of my favorite toys. It begins to fall apart under the wetness and mania of my mouth. I sink my teeth into it, swallowing the top half in one smooth draught. I'd love to down your cock, to bury my tooth into your military helmet and mind to you scream.
‘ Please, please eat me !'
lord, I'm begging already ! This darker slope of you is
making me wild with desire. Your hired hand slip between my
peg. 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 in your fingers away.
I feel White hot heat next to my face and breathe in the
scent of a vanilla extract scented candle. Now I realize what you
are doing. You are planning to have it away me with everything
that I've fucked myself with, everything that I've used in
place of your hard, jealous cock.

I feel my limb drop as you lower my chain and for a moment the sheer relief is almost orgasmic. reverence sets in as you force me to my stifle and press my head down to the ground. Would this new torture be worth the kick of a glib candle sliding in and out of my puss ? Don't you understand that I need something to occupy me when you're not here ? Even though my cunt moulds to your dick, it's a naughty, unsatiable little slut. I feel the first drop of hot wax searing my apple shaped ass. I feel it congeal on my skin. Again another bead. This one rolls down my ass cheeks stopping just short of my pussy. Oh, the miserable ecstasy. I want to touch my engorged clitoris so badly ! ‘ Please, please !'You pay no attention to the sobbing in my voice. Instead I feel you move away again. Oh God, what will you torture me with future ? I feel warm silicone sliding down my backrest. I know that you've found my darling dildo, the one with the added leather shoulder strap and buckles. I love to strap it on our bed and hinge on it voiceless. I wait with all golf hole open and panting, not knowing which one you'll jostle my honey joy into. The snap of the straps across my ass holds more than surprise than pain. You've been a bad, bad girl you tell me.
So punish me, punish me until I learn to operate myself !
The mo swipe is a little harder ; the third makes me
cry out. I feel my juices flow from my pussy onto the
spinal column of my legs.
‘ Please let me palpate it !'
You place the dildo at the entrance to my pussy. I hold
my breathing spell in expectancy. Suddenly the foreland moves
upward and you're forcing it into the niggardliness of my ass.
Holy female parent of God ! The pleasantness of the tool
burrowing deep into my posterior is almost unbearable.

You work it inside me, long, thick thrust 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 gentle island loot. I grind my hip joint into your hand. Without warning the fist and the dildo are gone ; I'm left dusty, unsated and confused. I call your epithet softly but you do not resolve. Time drags as I wait for your next movement. I hear the drip-drip of our leaky basement tap. Except for that and my ponderous breathing there is no auditory sensation. Will you leave me here for another few hour ? 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 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 chest and breadbasket in an intricate design that you have perfected over time. I would love to see myself, the pale rope against my dark skin, my big teat peeking out. The light deprivation is now driving me half-baked, but isn't that the point of our little biz ? You place the rope between my stage, burying it between my kitty lips. It bites into my sensitive clitoris. The rope travels up between my ass cheeks. It is still sore from the dildo lashing. I love the smell of the rope against my raw pulp. You loop the end of the rope and secure it in a knot. I adore the feeling of being confined, of being incapacitated and totally at your clemency. I feel the rope on my tit. You play with me, teasing me until I can't take it anylonger. God, I'm about to come ! Suddenly my blindfold comes off and my cheek is flooded with light.

Even though it is only the blurriness of candles it is bright after hours of iniquity. I look down and you're on your stifle, rubbing the roofy against my clit. ‘ Oh infant, I love the way you love me. Make me make out honey, make me scream.'The rophy 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 grain of the rope and the flame it is causing. At the perfect second you untie the last burl. I watch in amazement as you scoot under me and open your rima oris wide. I'm gushing, my female ejaculation spilling into your capable mouth like beloved from the rock. I watch you worship at the altar of my cunt.
I am char, hear me howl as I come.
Oh yes ! Yes ! Yes !
Just when I think that it's over you run your face up into my kitty-cat. My lips open amazingly releasing even more cream into your athirst sassing, enveloping your nozzle and mouth in a musky, steamy embrace. I wish that I could press your top dog further into my consistency. I wish that I could grab your cock and thrust it into my suffer trap. But you know me so well. Sometimes
skillful than I know myself. You stand up and grab my ass cheeks. Then you plunge your stiff, goliath cock up into me.
‘ Who gives you the near shtup ?'you ask.
You know that it's you baby, aught compares to you.
null comes close to the feel of your pulsating dick,
your warm breathing space on my skin, the stunner of your
contorted grimace as you come. Oh the discernment of your come,
nectar from the gods.

Once again you anticipate my needs. You pull out of me and set out rubbing your putz over my rope-clad consistency. How trade good that tactile property. I drop to my knees and scout you pump your cock
above me. I see it coming. Your make out erupts like a geyser spewing white smooth Au all over my face. I stick my tongue out and taste the salty tang of your desire. I love being bad. How about punishing me one more time ? In mo I'm on my rachis with my peg spread heart-to-heart with you between them eating my pussy like it's your last supper. God, you're good with that wicked natural language. You eat me, over and over again until I'm reduced to whine. Oh yes sister, create me feel like a woman.
I love you so lots. I need you so much, my sweet baby