I used to be afraid of the shadow, until you showed me just how wonderful it could be. Losing my tidy sum behind a blindfold has over clip sharpened my other horse sense dramatically. As soon as you cover my eyes I become a different person. I can smell the paraffin oil wax candles, the strait of your gruelling breathing, even though you have yet to derive the basement steps. I can smell your turncock, the glistening, sweaty sweetness of your trunk. I know that you're watching me. I stand a minuscule taller. I can feel the adoration in your eyes. Though I'm bound like
a slave I still feel like a queen. I sense your eyes on my naked breasts, 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 eye travel down my voluptuous coffee eubstance, over my flat abdomen with the butterfly tattoo, to the kinky blackness of my sex ; and further on to my softly sculpted affair and long leg. I have been waiting for 60 minutes. You woke me this morning by sticking your tongue between my legs, licking my body awake until every heart was on fire.

Just when I thought that you would shove your morning erection into me you told me that you wanted to play this secret plan. I love our games but I'm tired of waiting. I'm hungry in every way potential. I want to eat you, to palpate the strength of your hardness under my knife. I am waiting for you to amount to me, to remedy the ache between my thigh. I hear your feet moving across the concrete base and then you're so close to me that I can feel your breath
across my tegument. ‘ What took you so long ?'I ask. ‘ It'll be worth the hold,'you say. I feel your hands on my feet. I allow you to clobber from heel to arch, over and over again. I feel the wetness of your tongue, the distinctness of your dentition as you bite into my carefully moisturised tegument. A bolt of electricity shoots up my smooth thigh. I inhale deeply as you take each toe into your mouth and sucking on it. Then I feel the midst rug above your sex. I try to take my feet broken but you won't let me. You want to deprive me of sexual pleasance until I'm so hungry that I beg you to adopt me. If you could only see the desire in my eye that I can't allow to reach my lips, for then you would torment 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 oral cavity and on my skin. My foot hits the ground with a loud thump. My heartbeat quickens with excited painful sensation. Damn ! You are in controller and I love it ! O.K. big daddy, show mama what
you got ! Your backtalk is on mine, your tongue and dentition pillaging my softness without clemency or restraint. Viciously you take my bottom lip between your teeth and tug.

I try to pull away but you grab the sides of my head in your strong paw. Your teeth cesspit into my top lip. I whimper with pain but between my wooden leg there is nothing but pleasance. You leave my side for a moment and I'm breathless, wondering what you will do next. Something shine and soft coast up my thigh. I guess it is a peeled, putting surface banana. In my Caribbean refinement William Green banana can be turned into delicious dishes 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 bombastic pinkie-sized nipple leaving a wet circle of twat juice and fruit. Then it's in my backtalk and I'm sucking it like it's your putz. I take it deep down my throat. I learned to give oral sex using a special K banana. It's still one of my favourite plaything. It begins to diminish apart under the wetness and passion of my mouth. I sink my teeth into it, swallowing the top half in one smooth swig. I'd love to devour your cock, to sink my tooth into your military machine helmet and take heed to you scream.
‘ Please, please eat me !'
Lord, I'm begging already ! This dark position of you is
making me crazy 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 backtalk. Yes you do, you say.
Your hand moves back to my clit.
‘ Please oh please.'
‘ Not yet,'you growl and rip your fingers away.
I feel white hot heat next to my fount and breathe in the
aroma of a vanilla scented candle. Now I realize what you
are doing. You are planning to have sex me with everything
that I've fucked myself with, everything that I've used in
place of your backbreaking, jealous cock.

I feel my arm free fall as you get down my range and for a here and now the sheer relief is almost orgasmic. Fear sets in as you force me to my knees and push my point down to the ground. Would this new straining be worth the thrill of a slick 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 mildew to your dick, it's a naughty, unsatiable little slut. I feel the initiatory dip of hot wax searing my apple shaped ass. I feel it congeal on my skin. Again another drop. This one rolls down my ass cheeks stopping just short of my pussy. Oh, the pitiable disco biscuit. I want to touch my engorged clitoris so badly ! ‘ Please, please !'You pay no attending to the sobbing in my vocalization. Instead I feel you move away again. Oh God, what will you torture me with adjacent ? I feel warm silicone sliding down my back. I know that you've found my preferent dildo, the one with the bring leather strap and buckles. I love to welt it on our bed and devolve on it hard. I wait with all holes open and panting, not knowing which one you'll shove my dearest joy into. The press stud of the straps across my ass holds more surprisal than bother. You've been a bad, bad female child you tell me.
So penalize me, punish me until I learn to hold in myself !
The 2d 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 feel it !'
You place the dildo at the entranceway to my kitty-cat. I hold
my breathing time in anticipation. Suddenly the point moves
upward and you're forcing it into the parsimoniousness of my ass.
Holy female parent of God ! The sweetness of the shaft
burrowing deep into my posterior is almost unbearable.

You work it inside me, long, deeply thrusts that have me scraping my nails on the concrete like a deranged beast. Desire sweeps through me like wildfire. Brutally you ravage me. I feel your fist on my twat, kneading me like soft island dinero. I grind my hips 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 suffice. Time drags as I wait for your adjacent move. I hear the drip-drip of our leaky basement tap. Except for that and my heavy ventilation there is no sound. will you leave me here for another few hours ? God, I think that I would die from sheer torment and thwarting. And then I feel it. Its rough texture on my ass makes me creamy. I don't need to see it to have sex 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 breast and stomach in an intricate figure that you have perfected over time. I would love to see myself, the sick rope against my dark tegument, my big teat peeking out. The light neediness is now driving me nutcase, but isn't that the decimal point of our little secret plan ? You place the rope between my legs, burying it between my pussy backtalk. It bites into my sensitive clit. The rope travels up between my ass cheeks. It is still sore from the dildo flagellation. I love the flavour of the roofy against my raw flesh. You loop the end of the rope and ensure it in a knot. I adore the feeling of being confined, of being lost and totally at your mercy. I feel the roach on my nipples. You play with me, teasing me until I can't take it anylonger. God, I'm about to fall ! Suddenly my blindfold comes off and my font is flooded with light.

Even though it is only the blurriness of candle it is smart after hours of swarthiness. I look down and you're on your knees, rubbing the rophy against my clit. ‘ Oh sister, I love the way you love me. Make me get honey, stool me scream.'The rope moves faster. ‘ Oh God, I'm gon na die !'I bend my knee joint, 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 perfect moment you untie the final stage knot. I watch in astonishment as you scoot under me and unfold your mouth wide. I'm gushing, my female interjection spilling into your open mouthpiece like dearest 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 face up into my pussycat. My brim open amazingly releasing even more cream into your hungry sassing, enveloping your nozzle and sassing in a musky, sticky embrace. I wish that I could press your head further into my body. I wish that I could grab your dick and thrust it into my aching golf hole. But you know me so well. Sometimes
improve than I know myself. You stand up and grab my ass buttock. Then you plunge your stiff, behemoth peter up into me.
‘ Who gives you the best fucking ?'you ask.
You know that it's you baby, null compares to you.
Nothing comes close to the spirit of your pulsating hawkshaw,
your strong breath on my peel, the beauty of your
contorted case as you come. Oh the taste of your come,
nectar from the gods.

Once again you anticipate my penury. You pull out of me and set about rubbing your stopcock over my rope-clad physical structure. How good that feels. I drop to my human knee and picket you pump your cock
above me. I see it coming. Your occur erupts like a geyser spewing white liquid gold all over my expression. I stick my knife out and try the salty tang of your desire. I love being bad. How about punishing me one more time ? In seconds I'm on my back with my legs spread open with you between them eating my pussy like it's your last supper. God, you're right with that wicked lingua. You eat me, over and over again until I'm reduced to whimper. Oh yes baby, make me experience like a char.
I love you so a great deal. I need you so much, my sweet infant