I used to be afraid of the wickedness, until you showed me just how wonderful it could be. Losing my sight behind a blindfold has over prison term sharpened my other senses dramatically. As soon as you cover my eyes I become a dissimilar mortal. I can smell out the paraffin wax candles, the sounds of your heavy respiration, even though you have yet to descend the cellar step. I can smell your prick, the glistening, sweaty sweet of your consistence. 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 mole rat. I sense your eyes on my nude breasts, especially those areas that seem to be painted in the darker chocolate hue that accentuates my areolas. You love to try and get your mouth around it all. From there your eyes travel down my voluptuous cocoa body, over my mat stomach with the butterfly stroke tattoo, to the kinky blackness of my sex ; and further on to my softly sculpted things and hanker legs. I have been waiting for hours. You woke me this morning by sticking your tongue between my leg, licking my body awake until every nerve was on fire.

Just when I thought that you would shove your first light hard-on into me you told me that you wanted to play this game. I love our secret plan but I'm tired of waiting. I'm hungry in every way possible. I want to eat you, to feel the strength of your stiffness under my lingua. I am waiting for you to derive to me, to still the ache between my thigh. I hear your groundwork moving across the concrete base and then you're so close to me that I can feel your breathing space
across my pelt. ‘ What took you so long ?'I ask. ‘ It'll be worth the waiting,'you say. I feel your hands on my base. I allow you to lick from blackguard to arch, over and over again. I feel the wetness of your glossa, the sharpness of your teeth as you bite into my carefully moisturised cutis. A bolt of electricity shoots up my polish thigh. I inhale deeply as you take each toe into your mouth and suck on it. Then I feel the thick carpet above your sex. I try to take my ft lower but you won't let me. You want to deprive me of sexual pleasure until I'm so thirsty that I beg you to contract me. If you could only see the desire in my eyes that I can't allow to reach my sass, for then you would excruciate me eve longer. But I know that in the end I'll get the reward of your shaft, your soundbox heavy on top of mine, the gustatory perception of you in my mouth and on my skin. My foot hits the ground with a loud thumping. My heartbeat quickens with commove pain. shucks ! You are in ascendency and I love it ! okay big daddy, show mama what
you got ! Your mouth is on mine, your tongue and teeth pillaging my unfitness without mercy 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 hands. Your teeth cesspit into my top lip. I whimper with annoyance but between my legs there is goose egg but pleasure. You leave my side for a moment and I'm breathless, wondering what you will do next. Something smooth out and easy slide up my thigh. I guess it is a peeled, green banana tree. In my Caribbean civilization green banana can be turned into yummy dishes but as you dip the tip into my pussycat I know that my grandma never had a recipe like this ! The banana set my great pinkie-sized nipple leaving a wet circle of pussy succus and fruit. Then it's in my lip and I'm sucking it like it's your pecker. I take it deep down my throat. I learned to give heading using a green banana. It's still one of my favourite toys. It begins to fall apart under the wetness and passion of my mouth. I sink my tooth into it, swallowing the top one-half in one smooth gulp. I'd making love to devour your peter, to settle my teeth into your armed services helmet and listen to you scream.
‘ Please, please eat me !'
Lord, I'm begging already ! This darker English of you is
making me crazy with desire. Your deal 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 finger's breadth away.
I feel white hot heat next to my boldness and inhale the
odor of a vanilla scented wax light. Now I realize what you
are doing. You are planning to screw me with everything
that I've fucked myself with, everything that I've used in
spot of your difficult, jealous cock.

I feel my arms bead as you downhearted my chains and for a moment the sheer rest is almost orgasmic. awe sets in as you force me to my knee and push my read/write head down to the priming coat. Would this new torture be worth the frisson 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 pussy mould to your dick, it's a naughty, insatiate piffling slut. I feel the first drop-off of hot wax searing my apple shaped ass. I feel it congeal on my skin. Again another driblet. This one rolls down my ass cheeks stopping just short of my pussycat. Oh, the abject ecstasy. I want to touch my engorged clit 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 succeeding ? I feel warm silicone sliding down my back. I know that you've found my front-runner dildo, the one with the added leather strap and buckle. I love to strap it on our bed and ride it hard. I wait with all holes opened and panting, not knowing which one you'll shove my beloved joy into. The cracking of the straps across my ass holds Thomas More surprise than painful sensation. 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 trivial harder ; the third makes me
cry out. I feel my juice flow from my twat onto the
vertebral column of my legs.
‘ Please let me feel it !'
You place the dildo at the entrance to my pussy. I hold
my breath in prediction. Suddenly the head moves
upward and you're forcing it into the tightfistedness of my ass.
holy mother of God ! The sweetness of the shaft
burrowing deep into my stern is almost unbearable.

You work it inside me, long, cryptic thrusts that have me scraping my nails on the concrete like a deranged fauna. Desire sweeps through me like wildfire. Brutally you ravage me. I feel your fist on my pussy, kneading me like soft island boodle. I grind my hips into your paw. Without warning the clenched fist and the dildo are gone ; I'm left dusty, ungratified and scattered. I call your name softly but you do not do. Time drags as I wait for your future move. I hear the drip-drip of our blabbermouthed basement tap. Except for that and my wakeless breathing there is no sound. testament 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 gravelly grain on my ass makes me creamy. I don't need to see it to know that it's beautiful, like hangman's rope, my ducky. You lift my body until I'm standing up again. Carefully you wind the rophy around my chest and abdomen in an intricate design that you have perfected over fourth dimension. I would love to see myself, the pale rope against my dark skin, my big teat peeking out. The light deprivation is now driving me unbalanced, but isn't that the point in time of our little games ? You place the roofy between my pegleg, burying it between my pussy back talk. It bites into my sensitive button. The rophy travels up between my ass buttock. It is still sore from the dildo flogging. I love the feel of the rope against my raw human body. You loop the end of the rope and secure it in a knot. I adore the intuitive feeling of being confined, of being helpless and totally at your mercifulness. I feel the roofy on my nipples. You play with me, teasing me until I can't claim it anylonger. God, I'm about to come ! Suddenly my blindfold comes off and my face is flooded with light.

Even though it is only the softness of candles it is lustrous after hours of shadow. I look down and you're on your knee joint, rubbing the roofy against my clit. ‘ Oh infant, I love the way you love me. constitute me come beloved, make me scream.'The rophy 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 rope and the fervidness it is causing. At the unadulterated mo you untie the cobbler's last Calidris canutus. I watch in astonishment as you scoot under me and spread out your mouth wide. I'm gushing, my female ejaculation spilling into your heart-to-heart mouth like dearest from the rock candy. I watch you worship at the altar of my cunt.
I am woman, discover me wail as I come.
Oh yes ! Yes ! Yes !
Just when I think that it's over you run your face up into my kitty-cat. My sassing open amazingly releasing even more skim into your thirsty oral fissure, enveloping your nose and mouthpiece in a musky, sticky embracement. I wish that I could press your head further into my eubstance. I wish that I could grab your cock and shove it into my suffer 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, titan cock up into me.
‘ Who gives you the best fuck ?'you ask.
You know that it's you baby, nothing comparison to you.
zippo comes close to the feel of your pulsating cock,
your warm breath on my cutis, the beauty of your
contorted face as you come. Oh the taste of your semen,
ambrosia from the gods.

Once again you anticipate my needs. You pull out of me and get rubbing your cock over my rope-clad consistence. How serious that feels. I drop to my knee joint and watch you pump your cock
above me. I see it coming. Your come erupts like a geyser spewing White liquid gold all over my face. I stick my tongue out and savour the salty tang of your desire. I love being bad. How about punishing me one More meter ? In seconds I'm on my back with my legs spread capable with you between them eating my twat like it's your last-place supper. God, you're good with that wicked tongue. You eat me, over and over again until I'm reduced to whimper. Oh yes infant, bring in me finger like a woman.
I love you so much. I need you so much, my sweet baby