I used to be afraid of the dark, until you showed me just how terrific 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 soul. I can smell the paraffin wax candles, the sounds of your heavy ventilation, even though you have yet to settle the basement stairs. I can smell your putz, the glistening, sweaty sweetness of your body. I know that you're watching me. I stand a little taller. I can feel the worship in your eye. Though I'm bound like
a hard worker I still feel like a fag. I sense your eyes on my naked breasts, especially those orbit 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 eyes travel down my curvaceous chocolate organic structure, over my vapid stomach with the butterfly tattoo, to the kinky blackness of my sex ; and further on to my softly sculpted affair and long legs. I have been waiting for hours. You woke me this morning by sticking your tongue between my peg, licking my physical structure awake until every face was on fire.

Just when I thought that you would stuff your aurora erection into me you told me that you wanted to play this plot. I love our games but I'm tired of waiting. I'm hungry in every way potential. I want to eat you, to feel the strength of your hardness under my spit. I am waiting for you to derive to me, to relieve the ache between my thighs. I hear your feet moving across the concrete trading floor 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 postponement,'you say. I feel your hands on my feet. I allow you to lick from heel to arc, over and over again. I feel the wetness of your glossa, the acuteness of your teeth as you bite into my carefully moisturised hide. A bolt of electrical energy shoots up my smooth thigh. I inhale deeply as you take each toe into your oral fissure and suck on it. Then I feel the thick carpeting above your sex. I try to take my foot lower berth but you won't let me. You want to deprive me of sexual pleasure until I'm so hungry that I beg you to contract me. If you could only see the desire in my eyes that I can't allow to progress to my lips, for then you would torture me eve longer. But I know that in the end I'll get the reinforcement of your prick, your consistency heavy on top of mine, the penchant of you in my sass and on my skin. My foot hits the ground with a loud thumping. My wink quickens with delirious pain. hoot ! You are in command and I love it ! Okay big pa, show mama what
you got ! Your rima oris is on mine, your tongue and teeth pillaging my blurriness without mercifulness 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 point in your substantial hands. Your teeth sinkhole into my top lip. I whimper with infliction but between my stage there is nothing but pleasure. You leave my side for a consequence and I'm breathless, wondering what you will do next. Something smooth and soft glide up my second joint. I guess it is a peeled, William Green banana. In my Caribbean culture green banana tree can be turned into scrumptious lulu but as you dip the tip into my kitty-cat I know that my nanna never had a recipe like this ! The banana rophy my prominent pinkie-sized nipples leaving a wet rope of twat juice and fruit. Then it's in my mouth and I'm sucking it like it's your hawkshaw. I take it deep down my throat. I learned to hold promontory using a green banana. It's still one of my best-loved toys. It begins to accrue apart under the wetness and passion of my mouth. I sink my dentition into it, swallowing the top half in one smooth gulp. I'd love to devour your cock, to sink my teeth into your military helmet and listen to you scream.
‘ Please, please eat me !'
noble, I'm begging already ! This glowering side of you is
making me crazy with desire. Your hands slip between my
leg. 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 backtalk. Yes you do, you say.
Your mitt moves back to my clit.
‘ Please oh please.'
‘ Not yet,'you growl and get out your fingers away.
I feel white hot heating plant next to my facial expression and inhale the
odor 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
stead of your strong, jealous cock.

I feel my munition drop as you low-toned my chains and for a bit the sheer easement is almost orgasmic. fright sets in as you force me to my articulatio genus and push my head down to the earth. Would this new torture be worth the charge of a slick 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 kitty modeling to your dick, it's a naughty, insatiable little slattern. I feel the first free fall 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 abject go. I want to touch my gormandize clit so badly ! ‘ Please, please !'You pay no care to the sobbing in my vocalisation. Instead I feel you move away again. Oh God, what will you torture me with adjacent ? I feel warm silicone sliding down my cover. I know that you've found my best-loved dildo, the one with the added leather shoulder strap and buckle. I love to strap it on our bed and ride it toilsome. I wait with all pickle open and panting, not knowing which one you'll shove my dearest joy into. The piece of cake of the shoulder strap across my ass holds more surprisal than pain. You've been a bad, bad girl you tell me.
So penalise me, penalize me until I learn to hold in myself !
The irregular swipe is a little harder ; the tertiary makes me
cry out. I feel my juices flow from my pussy onto the
spine of my legs.
‘ Please let me sense it !'
You place the dildo at the entry to my puss. I hold
my breath in anticipation. Suddenly the headway moves
upward and you're forcing it into the niggardliness of my ass.
holy female parent of God ! The sweetness of the beam of light
burrowing deep into my posterior is almost unbearable.

You work it inside me, long, deep knife thrust 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 pussycat, kneading me like delicate island bread. I grind my hips into your hired man. 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 serve. fourth dimension 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 phone. testament you leave me here for another few hours ? God, I think that I would die from sheer anguish 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 hemp, my ducky. You lift my torso until I'm standing up again. Carefully you wind the roofy around my chest and stomach in an intricate design that you have perfected over time. I would love to see myself, the blanch rope against my nighttime cutis, my big nipples peeking out. The light deprivation is now driving me crazy, but isn't that the pointedness of our little game ? You place the rope between my legs, burying it between my cunt lips. It bites into my sore button. The roach travels up between my ass cheeks. It is still sore from the dildo flogging. I love the feel of the rope against my raw soma. You loop the end of the rope and secure it in a knot. I adore the tactual sensation of being confined, of being lost and totally at your mercy. I feel the rope on my nipples. You play with me, teasing me until I can't take it anylonger. God, I'm about to come ! Suddenly my blindfold comes off and my face is flooded with igniter.

Even though it is only the softness of cd it is smart after hours of darkness. I look down and you're on your articulatio genus, rubbing the rope against my clitoris. ‘ Oh baby, I love the way you love me. pee-pee me come up dear, stimulate me scream.'The forget me drug 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 grain of the rope and the fervor it is causing. At the perfect tense moment you untie the last knot. I watch in amazement as you scoot under me and give your mouth wide. I'm gushing, my female ejaculation spilling into your open mouth like dear from the rock. I watch you worship at the altar of my cunt.
I am woman, get word me wail as I come.
Oh yes ! Yes ! Yes !
Just when I think that it's over you run your side up into my snatch. My lips spread out amazingly releasing even more cream into your hungry oral fissure, enveloping your nose and mouth in a musky, sticky embracing. I wish that I could press your head further into my consistence. I wish that I could grab your dick and squeeze it into my hurt hole. But you know me so well. Sometimes
well than I know myself. You stand up and grab my ass cheeks. Then you plunge your stiff, giant peter up into me.
‘ Who gives you the best fuck ?'you ask.
You know that it's you baby, zero comparability to you.
Nothing comes close to the feel of your pulsating pecker,
your warm breath on my skin, the beaut of your
contorted face as you come. Oh the taste of your semen,
ambrosia from the gods.

Once again you anticipate my penury. You pull out of me and get rubbing your tool over my rope-clad body. How good that feels. I drop to my knees and picket you pump your dick
above me. I see it coming. Your come erupts like a geyser spewing white liquid state gold all over my face. I stick my tongue out and taste the salty relish of your desire. I love being bad. How about punishing me one more time ? In indorsement I'm on my back with my peg spread open with you between them eating my pussy like it's your survive supper. God, you're honest with that wicked tongue. You eat me, over and over again until I'm reduced to whimper. Oh yes baby, take me feel like a fair sex.
I love you so much. I need you so much, my cherubic babe