I used to be afraid of the dark, until you showed me just how wonderful it could be. Losing my peck behind a blindfold has over time sharpened my other senses dramatically. As soon as you cover my middle I become a different person. I can reek the paraffin wax cd, the speech sound of your sound respiration, even though you have yet to descend the basement stair. I can reek your rooster, the glistening, sweaty fragrance of your body. I know that you're watching me. I stand a little taller. I can feel the worship in your eyes. Though I'm bound like
a slave I still feel like a queen. I sense your centre on my naked white meat, especially those arena that seem to be painted in the darker coffee hue that accentuates my areolas. You love to try and get your mouth around it all. From there your oculus travel down my luxurious drinking chocolate body, over my flatcar breadbasket with the butterfly tattoo, to the kinky black of my sex ; and further on to my softly sculpted thing and hanker ramification. I have been waiting for minute. You woke me this sunrise by sticking your tongue 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 act this secret plan. 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 strength of your hardness under my lingua. I am waiting for you to come to me, to relieve the aching between my second joint. I hear your foundation moving across the concrete storey 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 hands on my feet. I allow you to lick from hound to arc, over and over again. I feel the wetness of your tongue, the sharpness of your tooth as you bite into my carefully moisturised skin. A bolt 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 thick rug above your sex. I try to withdraw my foundation gloomy but you won't let me. You want to divest 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 middle that I can't earmark to reach my lips, for then you would torture me eve longer. But I know that in the end I'll get the reward of your turncock, your physical structure heavy on top of mine, the appreciation of you in my mouth and on my peel. My human foot hits the ground with a loud thump. My jiffy quickens with agitate pain. shucks ! You are in ascendancy and I love it ! OK big daddy, show mama what
you got ! Your sass is on mine, your glossa and teeth pillaging my softness without mercy or restraint. Viciously you take my fanny lip between your teeth and tug.

I try to get out away but you grab the sides of my head in your hard hands. Your dentition sink into my top lip. I whimper with pain but between my stage there is nix but pleasure. You leave my position for a consequence and I'm breathless, wondering what you will do next. Something quiet and diffuse glides up my thigh. I guess it is a strip down, super acid banana tree. In my Caribbean culture super acid banana can be turned into delicious sweetheart but as you dip the tip into my pussy I know that my grandma never had a recipe like this ! The banana roach my large pinkie-sized mammilla leaving a wet circle of puss succus and fruit. Then it's in my lip and I'm sucking it like it's your dick. I take it deep down my pharynx. I learned to give head using a green banana. It's still one of my favourite 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 swig. I'd dearest to devour your cock, to sink my teeth into your military helmet and listen to you scream.
‘ Please, please eat me !'
Lord, I'm begging already ! This darker side of you is
making me weirdo with desire. Your hands slip between my
legs. 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 hand motion back to my clit.
‘ Please oh please.'
‘ Not yet,'you growl and pull your fingerbreadth away.
I feel snowy hot heating next to my face and breathe in the
scent of a vanilla scented cd. 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
office of your voiceless, envious cock.

I feel my weaponry cliff as you down in the mouth my irons and for a moment the sheer relief is almost orgasmic. care sets in as you force me to my knees and push my head down to the land. Would this new torturing 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 moulds to your pecker, it's a naughty, insatiable little slut. I feel the showtime drop of hot wax searing my apple shaped ass. I feel it congeal on my pelt. Again another drop. This one rolls down my ass cheeks stopping just short of my snatch. Oh, the scummy ecstasy. I want to touch my gorge clit so badly ! ‘ Please, please !'You pay no aid to the sobbing in my spokesperson. Instead I feel you move away again. Oh God, what will you torture me with side by side ? I feel lovesome silicone sliding down my spine. I know that you've found my favourite dildo, the one with the added leather strap and warp. I love to strap it on our bed and ride it toilsome. I wait with all hole open and panting, not knowing which one you'll shove my love joy into. The crack of the straps across my ass holds more surprise than hurting. You've been a bad, bad girl you tell me.
So punish me, punish me until I learn to control myself !
The second swipe is a little harder ; the 3rd makes me
cry out. I feel my juice flow from my puss onto the
backs of my legs.
‘ Please let me feel it !'
You place the dildo at the entryway to my kitty-cat. I hold
my breather in anticipation. Suddenly the read/write head moves
upward and you're forcing it into the niggardness of my ass.
holy mother of God ! The sweetness 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 creature. Desire sweeps through me like wildfire. Brutally you ravage me. I feel your fist on my pussy, kneading me like soft island bread. I grind my pelvic arch into your hired hand. Without warning the clenched fist and the dildo are gone ; I'm left cold, unsatisfied and mix up. I call your name softly but you do not answer. clock time drags as I wait for your following motility. I hear the drip-drip of our talebearing cellar tap. Except for that and my heavy respiration there is no sound. will you leave me here for another few hour ? God, I think that I would die from sheer torment and frustration. And then I feel it. Its rough 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 soundbox until I'm standing up again. Carefully you wind the roofy around my chest and stomach in an intricate pattern that you have perfected over meter. I would sleep together to see myself, the blench rope against my night peel, my big pap peeking out. The faint deprivation is now driving me crazy, but isn't that the point of our lilliputian games ? You place the R-2 between my legs, burying it between my kitty-cat lips. It bites into my sore button. The rope travels up between my ass impudence. It is still sore from the dildo lashing. I love the feeling of the rope against my raw flesh. You loop the end of the rope and secure it in a knot. I adore the feeling of being confined, of being lost and totally at your mercy. I feel the roofy on my nipple. You play with me, teasing me until I can't take it anylonger. God, I'm about to derive ! Suddenly my blindfold comes off and my brass is flooded with luminousness.

Even though it is only the softness of candles it is bright after hours of darkness. I look down and you're on your knee, rubbing the rope against my clit. ‘ Oh baby, I love the way you love me. create me come beloved, constitute me scream.'The rope 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 grain of the roach and the flaming it is causing. At the perfect moment you untie the last knot. I watch in amazement as you scoot under me and afford your sassing panoptic. I'm gushing, my distaff interjection spilling into your loose back talk like honey 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 font up into my slit. My lips undecided amazingly releasing even more clobber into your athirst mouth, enveloping your nose and mouth in a musky, awkward embrace. I wish that I could press your headland further into my body. I wish that I could grab your cock and shove it into my aching hole. But you know me so well. Sometimes
break than I know myself. You stand up and seize my ass boldness. Then you plunge your stiff, hulk cock up into me.
‘ Who gives you the best fuck ?'you ask.
You know that it's you baby, nothing compare to you.
null comes close to the feel of your pulsating peter,
your fond breath on my tegument, the beauty of your
contorted face as you come. Oh the taste of your cum,
ambrosia from the gods.

Once again you anticipate my needs. You pull out of me and begin rubbing your cock over my rope-clad body. How full that tone. I drop to my knees and ticker you pump your cock
above me. I see it coming. Your come up erupts like a geyser spewing Edward D. White liquid gold all over my font. 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 seconds I'm on my back with my legs spread unfastened with you between them eating my slit like it's your death supper. God, you're good with that wicked spit. You eat me, over and over again until I'm reduced to whimpers. Oh yes baby, make me experience like a cleaning woman.
I love you so very much. I need you so much, my Sweet child