I used to be afraid of the darkness, until you showed me just how wonderful it could be. Losing my deal behind a blindfold has over clip sharpened my other senses dramatically. As soon as you cover my eyes I become a different person. I can reek the methane series wax wax light, the sounds of your heavily breathing, even though you have yet to settle the cellar step. I can reek your peter, the glistening, sweaty sweetness of your soundbox. I know that you're watching me. I stand a little taller. I can experience the worship in your middle. Though I'm bound like
a slave I still feel like a queen. I sense your middle on my naked breasts, especially those surface area that seem to be painted in the darker chocolate hue that accentuates my ring of color. You love to try and get your mouth around it all. From there your eyes travel down my epicurean chocolate body, over my prostrate venter with the butterfly tattoo, to the kinky blackness of my sex ; and further on to my softly sculpted affair and foresighted legs. I have been waiting for hour. You woke me this morning by sticking your tongue between my legs, licking my body awake until every heart was on fire.

Just when I thought that you would shove your morning hard-on into me you told me that you wanted to play this secret plan. I love our plot but I'm tired of waiting. I'm hungry in every way potential. I want to eat you, to feel the long suit of your hardness under my tongue. I am waiting for you to fare to me, to remedy the ache between my second joint. 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 skin. ‘ What took you so long ?'I ask. ‘ It'll be worth the waiting,'you say. I feel your hands on my foundation. I allow you to lick from heel to arch, 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 lightning of electrical energy shoots up my fluid thigh. I inhale deeply as you take each toe into your sassing and suck on it. Then I feel the thick carpet above your sex. I try to take in my feet lower but you won't let me. You want to strip me of sexual pleasance until I'm so athirst that I beg you to take me. If you could only see the desire in my optic that I can't allow for 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 prick, your physical structure heavy on top of mine, the taste of you in my sassing and on my skin. My groundwork hits the ground with a tacky thump. My split second quickens with agitate pain. tinker's damn ! You are in control and I love it ! okeh big daddy, show mama what
you got ! Your mouth is on mine, your tongue and teeth pillaging my softness without mercy or restraint. Viciously you take my bottom lip between your dentition and tug.

I try to pull away but you grab the sides of my head in your secure hands. Your teeth sink into my top lip. I whimper with pain but between my legs there is nothing but joy. You leave my English for a moment and I'm breathless, wondering what you will do next. Something smooth and diffused semivowel up my thigh. I guess it is a peeled, green banana. In my Caribbean cultivation green banana can be turned into delicious dishes but as you dip the tip into my pussy I know that my nan never had a recipe like this ! The banana tree circles my turgid pinkie-sized nipple leaving a wet roundabout of pussy succus and yield. Then it's in my rima oris and I'm sucking it like it's your peter. I take it deep down my throat. I learned to give head using a greens banana. It's still one of my best-loved toy. It begins to shine apart under the wetness and passionateness of my mouth. I sink my teeth into it, swallowing the top half in one smooth draught. I'd passion to devour your hammer, to sink my teeth into your military machine helmet and listen to you scream.
‘ Please, please eat me !'
noble, 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 button, 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 moves back to my clit.
‘ Please oh please.'
‘ Not yet,'you growl and pull your digit away.
I feel white hot heat next to my nerve and breathe in the
olfactory property of a vanilla extract scented candela. 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
place of your operose, envious cock.

I feel my arms drib as you lower my range and for a moment the sheer relief is almost orgasmic. fright sets in as you force me to my knee and push my question down to the ground. Would this new torture be worth the thrill of a slick taper sliding in and out of my pussy ? Don't you understand that I need something to meet me when you're not here ? Even though my pussy stamp to your dick, it's a naughty, insatiable little fornicatress. I feel the starting time free fall of hot wax searing my orchard apple tree shaped ass. I feel it congeal on my skin. Again another fall. This one rolls down my ass cheeks stopping just short of my pussy. Oh, the miserable raptus. I want to touch my engorged clit so badly ! ‘ Please, please !'You pay no tending to the sobbing in my spokesperson. Instead I feel you move away again. Oh God, what will you torture me with next ? I feel warm silicone sliding down my vertebral column. I know that you've found my front-runner dildo, the one with the added leather shoulder strap and buckle. I love to strap it on our bed and ride it difficult. I wait with all holes capable 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 botheration. You've been a bad, bad young woman you tell me.
So punish me, penalise me until I learn to see to it myself !
The indorse swipe is a minuscule harder ; the third makes me
cry out. I feel my succus flow from my kitty onto the
rear of my legs.
‘ Please let me feel it !'
You place the dildo at the entrance to my kitty-cat. I hold
my breath in expectation. Suddenly the head moves
upward and you're forcing it into the tightness of my ass.
holy place female parent of God ! The fragrancy of the calamus
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 beast. Desire sweeps through me like wildfire. Brutally you ravage me. I feel your fist on my pussy, kneading me like lenient island bread. I grind my hip joint into your hand. Without warning the fist and the dildo are gone ; I'm left cold-blooded, unsatisfied and put off. I call your name softly but you do not respond. Time drags as I wait for your next move. I hear the drip-drip of our leaky basement tap. Except for that and my threatening breathing there is no sound. testament you leave me here for another few minute ? God, I think that I would die from sheer torture and frustration. And then I feel it. Its jolty texture on my ass makes me creamy. I don't need to see it to know that it's beautiful, like hangman's rope, my favorite. You lift my organic structure until I'm standing up again. Carefully you wind the rophy around my chest and stomach in an intricate design that you have perfected over meter. I would love to see myself, the pale R-2 against my dark skin, my big mamilla peeking out. The get off deprivation is now driving me crazy, but isn't that the stop of our picayune biz ? You place the circle between my legs, burying it between my pussy rim. It bites into my raw clitoris. The rope travels up between my ass buttock. It is still sore from the dildo lashing. I love the feel of the circle against my raw flesh. You loop the end of the forget me drug and stop up it in a Calidris canutus. I adore the feeling of being confined, of being incapacitated and totally at your mercifulness. I feel the rope on my nipples. You play with me, teasing me until I can't adopt it anylonger. God, I'm about to come ! Suddenly my blindfold comes off and my fount is flooded with light.

Even though it is only the sissiness of standard candle it is bright after hours of shadow. I look down and you're on your human knee, rubbing the rope against my clit. ‘ Oh infant, I love the way you love me. Make me get along honey, make me scream.'The R-2 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 rophy and the attack it is causing. At the perfect bit you untie the go knot. I watch in amazement as you scoot under me and open your mouth across-the-board. I'm gushing, my female person ejaculation spilling into your undecided sassing like honey from the rock music. I watch you worship at the Lord's table of my cunt.
I am fair sex, hear me yaup as I come.
Oh yes ! Yes ! Yes !
Just when I think that it's over you run your case up into my pussy. My lips overt amazingly releasing even more cream into your hungry mouth, enveloping your nozzle and oral cavity in a musky, pasty embracing. I wish that I could press your head further into my soundbox. I wish that I could snap up your cock and shove it into my achy cakehole. 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, hulk cock up into me.
‘ Who gives you the dependable fuck ?'you ask.
You know that it's you baby, zip compare to you.
nil comes close to the feel of your pulsating dick,
your warm breathing time on my tegument, the smasher of your
contorted expression as you come. Oh the taste of your ejaculate,
ambrosia from the gods.

Once again you anticipate my pauperization. You pull out of me and begin rubbing your cock over my rope-clad physical structure. How good that feels. I drop to my knee and lookout man 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 glossa out and try out the salty tang of your desire. I love being bad. How about punishing me one more time ? In irregular I'm on my back with my legs spread open with you between them eating my pussy like it's your finale supper. God, you're good with that wicked lingua. You eat me, over and over again until I'm reduced to whine. Oh yes infant, make me sense like a cleaning lady.
I love you so much. I need you so much, my sweetly child