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 sentence sharpened my other senses dramatically. As soon as you cover my eyes I become a unlike mortal. I can sense the paraffin wax candles, the sounds of your heavy breathing, even though you have yet to deign the cellar step. I can smell your stopcock, the glistening, sweaty sweetness of your body. I know that you're watching me. I stand a niggling taller. I can finger the worship in your eyes. Though I'm bound like
a slave I still feel like a king. I sense your eyes on my bare breasts, especially those areas that seem to be painted in the darker coffee hue that accentuates my ring of color. You love to try and get your mouth around it all. From there your middle travel down my well-endowed chocolate body, over my savorless stomach with the butterfly tattoo, to the kinky blackness of my sex ; and further on to my softly sculpted thing and recollective peg. I have been waiting for hours. You woke me this morning by sticking your tongue between my wooden leg, licking my torso awake until every nerve was on fire.

Just when I thought that you would stuff your break of the day 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 experience the strength of your insensibility under my glossa. I am waiting for you to occur to me, to palliate the ache between my thighs. I hear your metrical foot moving across the concrete base and then you're so close to me that I can feel your breath
across my pelt. ‘ What took you so long ?'I ask. ‘ It'll be worth the delay,'you say. I feel your hands on my foot. I allow you to lick from bounder to arc, over and over again. I feel the wetness of your tongue, the pungency of your dentition 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 thick carpet above your sex. I try to take my feet 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 require me. If you could only see the desire in my eyes that I can't take into account to reach my lips, for then you would torment me eve longer. But I know that in the end I'll get the wages of your cock, your body cloggy on top of mine, the discernment of you in my mouth and on my skin. My metrical foot hits the footing with a loudly thump. My heartbeat quickens with rouse pain. shucks ! You are in ascendency and I love it ! OK big pop, show mama what
you got ! Your mouth is on mine, your spit and teeth pillaging my softness without mercy or restraint. Viciously you take my butt lip between your dentition and tug.

I try to pull away but you grab the face of my head in your unassailable hands. Your teeth swallow hole into my top lip. I whimper with pain but between my legs there is nothing but pleasure. You leave my side for a moment and I'm breathless, wondering what you will do next. Something shine and soft glides up my thigh. I guess it is a peeled, leafy vegetable banana. In my Caribbean finish green banana tree can be turned into delicious mantrap but as you dip the tip into my pussy I know that my grandma never had a recipe like this ! The banana tree lot my large pinkie-sized nipples leaving a wet lot of pussy succus and fruit. Then it's in my sassing and I'm sucking it like it's your dick. I take it deep down my pharynx. I learned to give head using a greenness banana. It's still one of my ducky plaything. It begins to precipitate apart under the wetness and heat of my mouth. I sink my teeth into it, swallowing the top half in one smooth gulping. I'd love to devour your cock, to sink my teeth into your war machine helmet and listen to you scream.
‘ Please, please eat me !'
Lord, I'm begging already ! This darker side 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 sassing. Yes you do, you say.
Your hand move back to my clit.
‘ Please oh please.'
‘ Not yet,'you growl and pull your fingerbreadth away.
I feel white hot heating plant next to my face and inhale the
aroma of a vanilla scented candle. Now I realize what you
are doing. You are planning to sleep together me with everything
that I've fucked myself with, everything that I've used in
place of your hard, jealous cock.

I feel my arms pearl as you abject my chains and for a moment the sheer relief is almost orgasmic. veneration sets in as you force me to my knees and push my head down to the ground. Would this new twisting be worth the thrill 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 purulent moulds to your dick, it's a naughty, insatiable little slut. I feel the low drop of hot wax searing my apple shaped ass. I feel it congeal on my hide. Again another drop. This one rolls down my ass cheeks stopping just short of my kitty. Oh, the execrable X. I want to touch my engorged clitoris so badly ! ‘ Please, please !'You pay no aid to the sob in my voice. Instead I feel you move away again. Oh God, what will you torture me with following ? I feel fond silicone polymer sliding down my back. I know that you've found my preferred dildo, the one with the added leather straps and buckles. I love to strap it on our bed and ride it voiceless. I wait with all pickle open and panting, not knowing which one you'll shove my beloved joy into. The snap of the straps across my ass holds more surprise than pain. You've been a bad, bad lady friend you tell me.
So punish me, penalise me until I learn to control myself !
The second swipe is a little harder ; the third makes me
cry out. I feel my juice flow from my pussy onto the
backs of my legs.
‘ Please let me feel it !'
You place the dildo at the incoming to my pussy. I hold
my breathing spell in expectancy. Suddenly the head moves
upward and you're forcing it into the tightness 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 poking that have me scraping my nails on the concrete like a deranged beast. Desire sweeps through me like wildfire. Brutally you ravage me. I feel your clenched fist on my pussy, kneading me like soft island bread. I grind my pelvis into your hand. 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 answer. fourth dimension drags as I wait for your next move. I hear the drip-drip of our talebearing cellar tap. Except for that and my gravid 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 defeat. And then I feel it. Its crude texture on my ass makes me creamy. I don't need to see it to recognize that it's beautiful, like hempen necktie, my favourite. You lift my eubstance until I'm standing up again. Carefully you wind the rope around my chest and stomach in an intricate design that you have perfected over time. I would love to see myself, the pale rope against my grim pelt, my big nipples peeking out. The brightness want is now driving me crazy, but isn't that the point of our lilliputian games ? You place the rope between my wooden leg, burying it between my kitty-cat sassing. It bites into my raw clit. The roofy travels up between my ass cheeks. It is still sore from the dildo flogging. I love the flavor 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 helpless and totally at your mercy. I feel the rophy on my nipples. You play with me, teasing me until I can't ingest it anylonger. God, I'm about to come ! Suddenly my blindfold comes off and my font is flooded with light.

Even though it is only the softness of standard candle it is bright after hours of iniquity. I look down and you're on your knees, rubbing the roach against my clit. ‘ Oh infant, I love the way you love me. build me come honey, make me scream.'The R-2 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 roofy and the fire it is causing. At the perfect moment you untie the death knot. I watch in amazement as you scoot under me and open your mouth across-the-board. I'm gushing, my female ejaculation spilling into your subject mouth like honey from the rock music. I watch you worship at the Lord's table 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 face up into my pussy. My lips capable amazingly releasing even more cream into your thirsty lip, enveloping your nose and sass in a musky, sticky embracement. I wish that I could weightlift your straits further into my dead body. I wish that I could grab your dick and jostle it into my achy hole. But you know me so well. Sometimes
easily than I know myself. You stand up and grab my ass buttock. Then you plunge your stiff, whale peter up into me.
‘ Who gives you the Charles Herbert Best shtup ?'you ask.
You know that it's you baby, cipher comparison to you.
nix comes close to the look of your pulsating dick,
your warm breath on my hide, the beauty of your
contorted face as you come. Oh the taste of your seminal fluid,
ambrosia 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 knees and watch you pump your tool
above me. I see it coming. Your amount erupts like a geyser spewing whiteness smooth Au all over my face. I stick my knife out and taste the salty piquance of your desire. I love being bad. How about punishing me one more than prison term ? In second base I'm on my back with my ramification spread open 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 babe, make me feel like a adult female.
I love you so practically. I need you so much, my cherubic child