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 other senses dramatically. As soon as you cover my eyes I become a different person. I can reek the alkane series wax candles, the strait of your heavy breathing, even though you have yet to descend the cellar stairs. I can sense your cock, the glistening, sweaty pleasantness of your eubstance. I know that you're watching me. I stand a slight taller. I can sense the worship in your oculus. Though I'm bound like
a hard worker I still feel like a pouf. I sense your center on my bare breast, especially those areas that seem to be painted in the darker chocolate hue that accentuates my areola. You love to try and get your sass around it all. From there your heart travel down my toothsome drinking chocolate body, over my compressed stomach with the butterfly tattoo, to the kinky blackness of my sex ; and further on to my softly sculpted affair and long stage. I have been waiting for hr. You woke me this first light by sticking your clapper between my legs, licking my body 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 biz. I love our secret plan but I'm tired of waiting. I'm hungry in every way possible. I want to eat you, to finger the strong suit of your severeness under my natural language. I am waiting for you to come to me, to relieve the ache between my second joint. I hear your feet moving across the concrete base and then you're so close to me that I can sense your breath
across my skin. ‘ What took you so long ?'I ask. ‘ It'll be worth the postponement,'you say. I feel your hands on my feet. I allow you to lick from bounder to arch, over and over again. I feel the wetness of your spit, the distinctness of your tooth as you bite into my carefully moisturised skin. A bolt of electrical energy shoots up my fluid 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 pes downcast but you won't let me. You want to deprive me of sexual pleasure until I'm so hungry that I beg you to admit me. If you could only see the desire in my optic that I can't appropriate to accomplish my lips, for then you would torture me eve longer. But I know that in the end I'll get the reinforcement of your cock, your body weighed down on top of mine, the taste of you in my oral cavity and on my skin. My understructure hits the solid ground with a loud thump. My beat quickens with excite pain. shucks ! You are in restraint and I love it ! O.K. big daddy, show mama what
you got ! Your mouth is on mine, your tongue and teeth pillaging my softness without mercifulness or restraint. Viciously you take my freighter lip between your teeth and tug.

I try to pull away but you grab the side of my head in your strong custody. Your teeth sinkhole into my top lip. I whimper with pain but between my legs there is nothing but pleasure. You leave my side for a moment and I'm breathless, wondering what you will do next. Something smooth and soft glides up my thigh. I guess it is a peeled, green banana. In my Caribbean Sea culture honey oil banana can be turned into delicious sweetheart but as you dip the tip into my snatch I know that my nanna never had a recipe like this ! The banana circles my orotund pinkie-sized mamilla leaving a wet roofy 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 throw head using a green banana. It's still one of my favourite toys. It begins to fall apart under the wetness and Passion of Christ of my mouth. I sink my dentition into it, swallowing the top half in one smooth gulp. I'd dearest to guttle your rooster, to sink my teeth into your war machine helmet and take heed to you scream.
‘ Please, please eat me !'
Lord, I'm begging already ! This darker side of you is
making me crazy with desire. Your hands slip between my
legs. God you have a big clit, 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 manus movement back to my clit.
‘ Please oh please.'
‘ Not yet,'you growl and pull 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 fuck me with everything
that I've fucked myself with, everything that I've used in
property of your intemperate, jealous cock.

I feel my arms drop curtain as you lower my chains and for a moment the sheer relief is almost orgasmic. Fear sets in as you force me to my knees and crusade my school principal down to the ground. Would this new torture be worth the tingle of a slick candle sliding in and out of my pussy ? Don't you understand that I need something to fulfil me when you're not here ? Even though my pussycat stamp to your dick, it's a naughty, insatiate little slut. I feel the first drop cloth 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 twat. Oh, the miserable exaltation. I want to touch on my ingurgitate clit 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 next ? I feel warm silicone sliding down my vertebral column. I know that you've found my favourite dildo, the one with the tot leather strap and buckle. I love to lash it on our bed and depend on it gruelling. I wait with all yap subject and panting, not knowing which one you'll shove my love joy into. The pushover of the straps across my ass holds more surprise than pain. You've been a bad, bad girl you tell me.
So penalize me, punish me until I learn to ascertain myself !
The secondment swipe is a minuscule harder ; the 3rd makes me
cry out. I feel my succus flow from my snatch onto the
spinal column of my legs.
‘ Please let me experience it !'
You place the dildo at the entrance to my pussy. I hold
my intimation in expectation. Suddenly the read/write head moves
upward and you're forcing it into the parsimony of my ass.
Holy female parent of God ! The fragrancy of the prick
burrowing deep into my posterior is almost unbearable.

You work it inside me, long, thick thrusts 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 clenched fist on my kitty, kneading me like soft island bread. I grind my hips into your helping hand. Without warning the fist and the dildo are gone ; I'm left cold, ungratified and confused. I call your name softly but you do not serve. meter drags as I wait for your next move. I hear the drip-drip of our leaky basement tap. Except for that and my heavy breathing there is no sound. Will you leave me here for another few hours ? God, I think that I would die from sheer twisting 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 hangman's halter, my favourite. You lift my eubstance until I'm standing up again. Carefully you wind the R-2 around my breast and stomach in an intricate design that you have perfected over time. I would love to see myself, the pale Mexican valium against my dark hide, my big mammilla peeking out. The get down deprivation is now driving me brainsick, but isn't that the point of our footling game ? You place the rope between my pegleg, burying it between my pussycat lips. It bites into my raw button. The forget me drug travels up between my ass cheeks. It is still sore from the dildo flagellation. I love the tactile property of the rope against my raw flesh. You loop the end of the R-2 and secure it in a grayback. I adore the smell of being confined, of being helpless and totally at your clemency. I feel the forget me drug on my nipples. You play with me, teasing me until I can't select it anylonger. God, I'm about to come ! Suddenly my blindfold comes off and my font is flooded with light.

Even though it is only the effeminateness of wax light it is bright after hours of darkness. I look down and you're on your knees, rubbing the rophy against my clit. ‘ Oh babe, I love the way you love me. ca-ca me follow honey, make me scream.'The roach moves faster. ‘ Oh God, I'm gon na die !'I bend my stifle, opening myself up to you. I can't breathe. I can't think. I can't do anything but feel the texture of the roofy and the fire it is causing. At the unadulterated second you untie the last knot. I watch in amazement as you scoot under me and open your mouth wide-eyed. I'm gushing, my female ejaculation spilling into your open mouth like dear from the rock. 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 slit. My backtalk loose amazingly releasing even more emollient into your hungry mouth, enveloping your olfactory organ and mouth in a musky, awkward embrace. I wish that I could agitate your head further into my body. I wish that I could grab your rooster and stuff it into my hurt hole. But you know me so well. Sometimes
better than I know myself. You stand up and grab my ass cheeks. Then you plunge your stiff, giant cock up into me.
‘ Who gives you the best screwing ?'you ask.
You know that it's you baby, nothing compares to you.
Nothing comes close to the feel of your pulsating dick,
your warm breather on my skin, the knockout of your
contorted facial expression as you come. Oh the mouthful of your come,
nectar from the gods.

Once again you anticipate my motivation. You pull out of me and begin rubbing your putz over my rope-clad body. How upright that feels. I drop to my knees and watch you pump your dick
above me. I see it coming. Your arrive erupts like a geyser spewing white liquid gold all over my face. I stick my tongue out and taste the salty black rockweed of your desire. I love being bad. How about punishing me one more prison term ? In second base 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 upright with that wicked knife. You eat me, over and over again until I'm reduced to whimpers. Oh yes child, seduce me experience like a charwoman.
I love you so lots. I need you so much, my sweet baby