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 optic I become a different person. I can smell the methane series wax taper, the sounds of your heavy breathing, even though you have yet to descend the basement stairs. I can smell your prick, the glistening, sweaty sweet of your body. I know that you're watching me. I stand a little taller. I can palpate the worship in your oculus. Though I'm bound like
a slave I still feel like a queen mole rat. I sense your middle on my au naturel breasts, especially those areas that seem to be painted in the darker chocolate hue that accentuates my areola. You love to try and get your mouth around it all. From there your eyes travel down my voluptuous cocoa body, over my matt venter with the butterfly tattoo, to the kinky blackness of my sex ; and further on to my softly sculpted affair and farseeing legs. I have been waiting for minute. You woke me this morning by sticking your tongue between my pegleg, licking my consistency awake until every cheek was on fire.

Just when I thought that you would shove your daybreak erection into me you told me that you wanted to play this biz. I love our biz but I'm tired of waiting. I'm hungry in every way possible. I want to eat you, to feel the military posture of your hardness under my tongue. I am waiting for you to hail to me, to relieve the ache between my thigh. I hear your foundation moving across the concrete floor and then you're so close to me that I can feel your breathing place
across my hide. ‘ What took you so long ?'I ask. ‘ It'll be worth the wait,'you say. I feel your hands on my feet. I allow you to lick from heel to arch, over and over again. I feel the wetness of your tongue, the keenness of your teeth as you bite into my carefully moisturised skin. A bolt of electricity shoots up my smooth second joint. I inhale deeply as you take each toe into your mouth and suck on it. Then I feel the midst carpet above your sex. I try to aim my feet humble but you won't let me. You want to deprive me of sexual pleasure 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 appropriate to get through my lips, for then you would torment me eve longer. But I know that in the end I'll get the reward of your hammer, your body heavy on top of mine, the taste sensation of you in my mouth and on my skin. My foot hits the background with a loudly thumping. My pulse quickens with wind up pain. Damn ! You are in control and I love it ! Okay big papa, show mama what
you got ! Your sass is on mine, your natural language and teeth 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 English of my headland in your potent hands. Your teeth sink into my top lip. I whimper with pain but between my legs there is nothing but delight. You leave my position for a second and I'm breathless, wondering what you will do next. Something liquid and mild sailplaning up my thigh. I guess it is a discase, green banana. In my Caribbean culture green bananas can be turned into yummy stunner but as you dip the tip into my pussy I know that my granny never had a recipe like this ! The banana circles my large pinkie-sized nipples leaving a wet circle of kitty-cat succus and yield. Then it's in my mouth and I'm sucking it like it's your cock. I take it deep down my pharynx. I learned to collapse pass using a putting green banana. It's still one of my favourite miniature. It begins to fall apart under the wetness and warmth of my mouth. I sink my teeth into it, swallowing the top one-half in one smooth swig. I'd love to devour your cock, to slide down my tooth into your military machine helmet and take heed to you scream.
‘ Please, please eat me !'
Lord, I'm begging already ! This darker slope 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 hired man motility back to my clit.
‘ Please oh please.'
‘ Not yet,'you growl and rive your fingers away.
I feel white hot heating 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 do it me with everything
that I've fucked myself with, everything that I've used in
place of your heavy, green-eyed cock.

I feel my arms pearl as you humiliated my concatenation and for a second the sheer relief is almost orgasmic. concern sets in as you force me to my knees and drive my head down to the ground. Would this new torture be worth the thrill of a wily candle sliding in and out of my pussy ? Don't you understand that I need something to fill me when you're not here ? Even though my pussy clay sculpture to your dick, it's a naughty, insatiable little slut. I feel the first drop curtain of hot wax searing my Malus pumila shaped ass. I feel it congeal on my tegument. Again another dip. This one rolls down my ass cheeks stopping just short of my slit. Oh, the miserable ecstasy. I want to rival my engorged button so badly ! ‘ Please, please !'You pay no attention to the sobbing in my vocalization. Instead I feel you move away again. Oh God, what will you rack me with next ? 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 buckles. I love to lash it on our bed and ride it hard. I wait with all pickle subject and panting, not knowing which one you'll shove my beloved joy into. The press stud of the shoulder strap across my ass holds more surprise than infliction. You've been a bad, bad miss you tell me.
So penalise me, punish me until I learn to see to it myself !
The endorsement swipe is a little harder ; the third makes me
cry out. I feel my succus flow from my pussy onto the
rear of my legs.
‘ Please let me feel it !'
You place the dildo at the entering to my snatch. I hold
my breathing spell in prediction. Suddenly the head moves
upward and you're forcing it into the minginess of my ass.
holy place mother of God ! The sweetness of the shaft
burrowing deep into my can is almost unbearable.

You work it inside me, long, deep thrusting 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 kitty-cat, kneading me like lenient island lettuce. I grind my hips into your hired hand. Without warning the fist and the dildo are gone ; I'm left cold-blooded, unsatisfied and bemused. I call your name softly but you do not answer. Time drags as I wait for your side by side movement. I hear the drip-drip of our leaky cellar tap. Except for that and my heavy breathing there is no audio. Will you leave me here for another few hours ? God, I think that I would die from sheer straining and frustration. And then I feel it. Its scratchy grain 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 Mexican valium around my pectus and stomach in an intricate blueprint that you have perfected over prison term. I would love to see myself, the blench rophy against my dark skin, my big nipple peeking out. The faint deprivation is now driving me unbalanced, but isn't that the power point of our minuscule game ? You place the rope between my legs, burying it between my kitty mouth. It bites into my spiritualist button. The forget me drug travels up between my ass brass. It is still sore from the dildo lashing. I love the feel of the R-2 against my raw flesh. You loop the end of the rope and procure it in a grayback. I adore the touch of being confined, of being helpless and totally at your mercy. I feel the R-2 on my nipples. You play with me, teasing me until I can't take it anylonger. God, I'm about to arrive ! Suddenly my blindfold comes off and my grimace is flooded with Light Within.

Even though it is only the balminess of candles it is bright after 60 minutes of darkness. I look down and you're on your knees, rubbing the circle against my button. ‘ Oh baby, I love the way you love me. fix me come honey, make me scream.'The circle moves faster. ‘ Oh God, I'm gon na die !'I bend my human knee, 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 perfective minute you untie the in conclusion slub. I watch in amazement as you scoot under me and spread out your mouth wide. I'm gushing, my female interjection spilling into your open sass like honey from the rock. I watch you worship at the altar of my cunt.
I am woman, get a line me yawl as I come.
Oh yes ! Yes ! Yes !
Just when I think that it's over you run your face up into my pussy. My back talk open amazingly releasing even more cream into your hungry lip, enveloping your nozzle and backtalk in a musky, pasty embrace. I wish that I could compact your head further into my consistency. I wish that I could take hold of your turncock and squeeze it into my aching muddle. But you know me so well. Sometimes
unspoiled than I know myself. You stand up and seize my ass cheeks. Then you plunge your corpse, giant star cock up into me.
‘ Who gives you the adept fuck ?'you ask.
You know that it's you baby, nil compares to you.
nil comes close to the flavour of your pulsating hawkshaw,
your affectionate breathing time on my hide, the ravisher of your
contorted face as you come. Oh the gustatory modality of your seminal fluid,
nectar from the gods.

Once again you anticipate my needs. You pull out of me and set about rubbing your cock over my rope-clad body. How good that feels. I drop to my knee joint and watch you pump your tool
above me. I see it coming. Your amount erupts like a geyser spewing white liquid amber all over my face. I stick my tongue out and taste the salty flavor of your desire. I love being bad. How about punishing me one more clip ? In seconds I'm on my back with my legs spread undefended with you between them eating my pussy like it's your last supper. God, you're estimable with that wicked tongue. You eat me, over and over again until I'm reduced to whimpers. Oh yes baby, make me experience like a char.
I love you so practically. I need you so much, my sweet baby