I used to be afraid of the dark, until you showed me just how marvelous it could be. Losing my heap behind a blindfold has over time sharpened my other senses dramatically. As soon as you cover my eyes I become a different someone. I can smell the paraffin wax wax candles, the sounds of your heavy ventilation, even though you have yet to go down the basement step. I can smell your turncock, the glistening, sweaty sweet of your eubstance. I know that you're watching me. I stand a little taller. I can finger the worship in your eyes. Though I'm bound like
a slave I still feel like a queen. I sense your eye on my naked bosom, especially those domain that seem to be painted in the darker chocolate hue that accentuates my areolas. You love to try and get your mouthpiece around it all. From there your eyes travel down my voluptuous chocolate trunk, over my flat stomach with the butterfly stroke tattoo, to the kinky blackness of my sex ; and further on to my softly sculpted things and long legs. I have been waiting for hour. You woke me this morning by sticking your spit between my leg, licking my dead 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 meet 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 feel the strength of your hardness under my glossa. I am waiting for you to come to me, to relieve the ache between my thighs. I hear your pes moving across the concrete floor and then you're so close to me that I can feel your breathing time
across my skin. ‘ What took you so long ?'I ask. ‘ It'll be worth the wait,'you say. I feel your manus on my feet. I allow you to lick from dog to arch, over and over again. I feel the wetness of your clapper, the sharpness of your teeth as you bite into my carefully moisturised skin. A bolt of lightning of electricity shoots up my smooth thigh. I inhale deeply as you take each toe into your mouth and suck on it. Then I feel the midst carpeting above your sex. I try to take my substructure lower but you won't let me. You want to deprive me of intimate joy until I'm so hungry that I beg you to take me. If you could only see the desire in my eye that I can't reserve to reach my sassing, for then you would excruciate me eve longer. But I know that in the end I'll get the reward of your stopcock, your torso grievous on top of mine, the taste of you in my mouth and on my pelt. My groundwork hits the ground with a loud thumping. My heartbeat quickens with excited pain. Damn ! You are in control and I love it ! O.K. big pa, show mama what
you got ! Your mouth is on mine, your tongue and tooth pillaging my softness without mercy or constraint. Viciously you take my bottom lip between your teeth and tug.

I try to pluck away but you grab the sides of my head in your secure hands. Your tooth cesspool into my top lip. I whimper with pain but between my leg there is nothing but pleasance. You leave my side for a moment and I'm breathless, wondering what you will do next. Something smooth and diffuse sailing up my thigh. I guess it is a peeled, green banana. In my Caribbean cultivation Green River banana can be turned into toothsome dishes but as you dip the tip into my pussy I know that my grandma never had a formula like this ! The banana circles my large pinkie-sized nipples leaving a wet circle of pussy succus and fruit. Then it's in my back talk and I'm sucking it like it's your prick. I take it deep down my pharynx. I learned to break top dog using a green banana. It's still one of my favourite miniature. It begins to fall apart under the wetness and passionateness of my mouth. I sink my teeth into it, swallowing the top half in one smooth swig. I'd love to devour your putz, to lapse my teeth into your military 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 men slip between my
ramification. 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 lips. Yes you do, you say.
Your mitt movement back to my clit.
‘ Please oh please.'
‘ Not yet,'you growl and pull your fingers away.
I feel white hot hotness next to my side and inspire the
fragrance 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
place of your hard, overjealous cock.

I feel my arms drop as you lower my chains and for a second the sheer respite is almost orgasmic. Fear sets in as you force me to my knees and crowd my question down to the ground. Would this new torturing be worth the tingle of a slick standard candle sliding in and out of my cunt ? Don't you understand that I need something to satiate me when you're not here ? Even though my puss modeling to your dick, it's a naughty, insatiable little slut. I feel the low gear bead of hot wax searing my Malus pumila shaped ass. I feel it congeal on my skin. Again another drop curtain. This one rolls down my ass cheeks stopping just short of my pussy. Oh, the miserable disco biscuit. I want to refer my engorged button so badly ! ‘ Please, please !'You pay no attention to the sob 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 back. I know that you've found my favourite dildo, the one with the added leather shoulder strap and buckles. I love to flog it on our bed and ride it concentrated. I wait with all holes give and panting, not knowing which one you'll stuff my beloved joy into. The press stud of the strap across my ass holds to a greater extent surprise than pain. You've been a bad, bad girl you tell me.
So punish me, punish me until I learn to moderate myself !
The indorse swipe is a niggling harder ; the third makes me
cry out. I feel my juices flow from my pussycat onto the
cover of my legs.
‘ Please let me feel it !'
You place the dildo at the entry to my cunt. I hold
my breath in prevision. Suddenly the head moves
upward and you're forcing it into the niggardness of my ass.
holy place mother of God ! The sugariness 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 clenched fist on my pussy, kneading me like delicate island bread. I grind my hips into your hand. Without warning the clenched fist and the dildo are gone ; I'm left cold, unsatisfied and illogical. I call your name softly but you do not respond. clock time drags as I wait for your future movement. I hear the drip-drip of our leaky cellar 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 torture and foiling. And then I feel it. Its gravelly texture on my ass makes me creamy. I don't need to see it to have intercourse that it's beautiful, like hemp, my favourite. You lift my trunk until I'm standing up again. Carefully you wind the rope around my chest and belly in an intricate excogitation that you have perfected over sentence. I would sleep together to see myself, the blanch forget me drug against my drab skin, my big teat peeking out. The light want is now driving me crazy, but isn't that the peak of our little games ? You place the rope between my wooden leg, burying it between my slit lips. It bites into my tender clit. The rope travels up between my ass cheeks. It is still sore from the dildo tanning. I love the flavor of the rope against my raw flesh. You loop the end of the rope and stop up it in a mile. I adore the feeling of being confined, of being helpless and totally at your mercy. I feel the Mexican valium on my nipples. You play with me, teasing me until I can't take it anylonger. God, I'm about to get along ! Suddenly my blindfold comes off and my typeface is flooded with luminousness.

Even though it is only the softness of candles it is bright after hr of swarthiness. I look down and you're on your knees, rubbing the rope against my clit. ‘ Oh baby, I love the way you love me. Make me come dear, make 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 Mexican valium and the ardor it is causing. At the perfect second you untie the close knot. I watch in amazement as you scoot under me and afford your mouthpiece wide. I'm gushing, my female person ejaculation spilling into your undefended mouth like honey from the rock'n'roll. I watch you worship at the altar of my cunt.
I am adult female, 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 brim open amazingly releasing even more pick into your hungry sass, enveloping your nose and mouth in a musky, awkward embrace. I wish that I could urge your foreland further into my eubstance. I wish that I could grab your cock and shove it into my aching hole. But you know me so well. Sometimes
just 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 good fuck ?'you ask.
You know that it's you baby, nix comparison to you.
Nothing comes close to the feel of your pulsating dick,
your warm breath on my hide, the sweetheart of your
contorted face as you come. Oh the predilection of your come,
nectar from the gods.

Once again you anticipate my needs. You pull out of me and begin rubbing your cock over my rope-clad dead body. How thoroughly that feels. I drop to my knees and watch you pump your stopcock
above me. I see it coming. Your get along erupts like a geyser spewing white liquid gold all over my typeface. I stick my clapper out and taste the salty tang of your desire. I love being bad. How about punishing me one more time ? In seconds I'm on my backrest with my ramification spread capable with you between them eating my pussy like it's your last supper. God, you're good with that wicked tongue. You eat me, over and over again until I'm reduced to whimpers. Oh yes baby, nominate me feel like a charwoman.
I love you so much. I need you so much, my Sweet baby