The room is warm and smells of patchouli oil. The restraints around my wrists are tight but not painful. I think they’re made of silk, as is the blindfold resting softly over my eyes. I pull up gently on my legs but they too are held in place by restraints around my ankles. I’m spread completely open. Vulnerable. Naked. I feel my chest heaving, my breasts pressing upward and out toward the ceiling. My nipples are hard and I feel goosebumps dancing across my skin. I’m not cold, just completely aroused. On edge. Expectant.
I don’t know how long I’ve been laying here. A few minutes most likely but it feels like an eternity. Waiting. The anticipation hangs heavy in the air like a blanket shielding my exposed body. I feel him before I hear him. Like a phantom, he’s suddenly beside me, his breath hot against my cheek. He doesn’t speak, just blows gently against my ear, the warm air tickling and exciting me. I instinctively pull on the restraints and swear I can hear him grinning. I smile too, in spite of myself, biting my lower lip.
His breath continues down my neck to my chest before settling on my breasts. He blows in varying degrees of strength, moving closer to my erect nipples and then farther away. I arch at my shoulder blades, pressing my mounds a few inches higher into the air, willing him to touch me. Begging. He doesn’t oblige but instead continues the torturous descent down my body. Blowing air short and fast down my torso and to my belly button before circling it.
I hold my own breath as he grows closer to my sacred spot. He blows gently at first, rustling the tuft of pubic hair just above my clit. I gasp as he nuzzles his nose into me, inhaling deeply. It’s the only physical contact we’ve made and it’s a gesture of complete acceptance and arousal. His hot breath passed briefly over the area between my legs before gliding down each one, before ending at my toes.
My breath catches again. I know what comes next. His teeth are hard and wet against my big toe. He nibbles the skin with expert precision. I try desperately to stay still, not reacting to his oral assault but it’s no use. He moves from one foot to the other before trailing kisses up my shins to my knees. His lips circle my kneecap, kissing every inch of my taught skin. I grip the restraints in my hands, bracing myself. He continues to make his way up my body, kissing, licking, and sucking the soft flesh of my thighs until he settles between my legs once more. I feel his nose on my crotch again as he inhales and lets out a deep throated moan. I gasp again as the moisture pools between my legs. I wonder if he can feel it. Smell it. Sense it. I’m so wet for him and my body yearns for release.
I imagine him pressing up on all fours as his mouth moves north, up the tight skin of my torso. He briefly dips his tongue into my belly button before licking in a straight line up between my breasts. I can sense his face just inches from mine now. I feel his hot breath on my face. There’s wetness on my lips. It’s his tongue.
It’s just one word but it sends a rush of desire through my entire body, electrifying every nerve ending. I let out a tiny whimper as I part my lips, making way for his strong, wet tongue. He sticks it between my mouth, straight and stiff. I gladly swirl my own tongue around his, sucking and pulling, willing him closer. I’m helpless against the restraints. I so desperately want to feel him. I imagine digging my fingernails into the muscular flesh of his back and suck harder and faster at the thought.
As I strain to get closer, he pulls out, leaving me breathless, mouth wide open. Then there’s silence. The room is still. If I didn’t know better I’d think he had gone. I don’t feel the weight of his presence above me anymore but I know that’s impossible. I would’ve felt him dismount the bed. But perhaps he exited as stealthy as he’d entered. I wait, holding my breath, my heart pounding in my chest. I’m aroused, over stimulated, and eager as a hint of uncertainty creeps in. Where has he gone?
And then I feel it. Faint at first, almost unnoticeable but I know better. It’s the softness of his lips on my own. The lips between my legs. My entire body freezes as I let the feeling wash over me. He increases the pressure, kissing me from my public hair down the length of my pussy, stopping only at the base of my backside. His strong hands press my inner knees open wider, making room for him between my legs. He pulls up on my mound, stretching out my swollen clit. He touches the tip of his tongue to my nub for a second before pulling away. I can’t stand the torture but I endure it because I have no choice. And because I know the sweet sweet reward that’s coming.
His tongue slowly circles my clit with increasing pressure but the same methodical speed. Up, around, down and back up. I get lost in the rhythm as warmth fills my belly, radiating up into my chest. My voice catches in my throat. I can’t speak. I grip the restraints as his tongue parts my folds, dipping into my wetness. His tongue is as stiff and straight as it was in my mouth, except now he’s fucking me with it. I try to press down onto his face, willing his tongue deeper into my cunt but I can barely move. He senses my urgency and humors me, shoving his tongue farther inside me, his nose rubbing against my clit.
My hips move in unison with his mouth. He grips my ass from beneath, pulling me down harder onto his face as his tongue hungrily explores my body. I’m lost in the sensation. His mouth is everywhere. On my clit, in my body, back out again. Swirling and circling as he shows me no mercy. I’m yanking at the restraints now, desperate to touch him. I want to grab his hair and shove his face into my crotch as I fuck his tongue but I can’t. I’m flushed with excitement as I feel the pressure building in my pussy. His eager moans are muffled by my cunt, his face buried far between my legs.
My body bucks and I scream as the intensity of my orgasm consumes me. I can’t move my arms or legs so the rest of my body is forced to absorb my mounting pleasure. I continue to cry out as he grips my thighs, drinking in my cum. Suddenly, the room seems quiet again. I can faintly hear him moaning in the distance as he swallows my thick cream. The room is swirling around me and I feel like I’m falling. Falling fast and far. Spiraling out of control. Suddenly, there’s darkness and I feel the familiar touch of his soft lips nipping at each of my thighs before his head comes to rest on my pelvis, his arms tucked tightly beneath my body. I lay there, letting him cradle me and smile a smile of pure contentment that only he can create.
I could watch her like this forever. I stand in the doorway, drinking in her beauty. It’s intoxicating. Her beautiful naked body is fully exposed and restrained for my viewing pleasure. But lord knows I’ll be doing a lot more than just looking. I step closer, careful not to make a sound. She’s good at following directions. The red silk blindfold drowns her in darkness and the restraints are tied tightly in place. I watch her body gently twitch. Her toes flex and curl and her full, round breasts rise and fall with the intake and release of air. What a wondrous creature. And she’s mine.
My body instinctively reacts with pleasure, my erection in full view. I move swiftly beside the bed, not wanting to wait a minute longer. I send a rush of hot breath into her ear, letting her know I’m there. She gasps, her nipples perking instantly. I stop myself from pinching and twirling them between my fingertips. No touching. Not yet. I continue to blow gently on her ear, moving down the long lines of her neck before reaching her eager tits. Her muscles flex as she tries desperately to pull on the restraints. I smile to myself, knowing she’s expending useless energy. She’s not going anywhere.
I methodically blow circles around her erect nipples, my eyes on her face, closely watching her reaction. Her lips are parted as tiny whimpers escape as my warm air sweeps across her sensitive nubs. She bites her lip, trying hard not to make noise. Good girl. I move between her breasts, continuing to trail hot breath down her belly, moving in small circles around her belly button. Her body arches and squirms in response and I imagine the moisture increasing between her legs.
I want to smell her. Taste her. Own her. I move lower, an overwhelming urge to inhale her sex consumes me. I settle between her legs, continuing to tease and arouse her skin, steadily blowing her pubic hair. Her hips thrust upward and I gladly nestle my nose into her mound, breathing in deeply as she moans at my audacity. My cock twitching beneath me, droplets of precum coating my inner thighs. The smell of her pussy is intoxicating and I fight the urge to fuck her right then and there. But this isn’t about me.
I have to keep moving. I continue to blow on her thighs, knees, ankles, before letting my hot breath dance across her manicured toes. Finally, I can taste her flesh. I nibble gently on her big toe to start, giving each digit the attention it deserves. I move upward, kissing and licking every inch of her body from her ankles to her knees. I suck on her soft thighs. Her skin tastes of salt and lavender oil. I eagerly drink it in.
I pause momentarily at her beautiful cunt. I want to consume every part of her. I inhale again, more deeply this time. Her scent is pungent. Her lips and folds are coated in clear, creamy moisture that begs to be licked but not yet. I force myself to continue, licking in a straight line from her mound up her toned torso and resting between her soft tits. My face is aligned with hers now and I take a moment to study her face. The lines of her jaw and nose. Her full, pink lips. Tiny lines on her forehead tell me she’s anxious. I hover my mouth over hers before pushing my way inside with the tip of my tongue.
She obeys, opening her lips and letting a whimper escape as she takes ownership of my tongue, sucking and swirling it with her own. I shove it deeper into her mouth, imagining it’s my cock that she’s enjoying with such fervor. As if sensing the connection, my shaft lengthens and stiffens, yearning for release. I pull away as I feel my pleasure rising too close to the edge. I swiftly move down her body with ease. I’m back between her legs now but I don’t move. I can sense her entire body stiffen with anticipation and urgency. She wants it so badly. Seeing her like this — so vulnerable and sexually charged gives me an arousing sense of control.
Now it’s time to take what’s rightfully mine. I lay on my belly, my face inches from her gorgeous cunt. I inhale again before landing soft, whisper-like kisses along her cunt. I start at the top near her tuft and move slowly down the lines of her pussy, stopping just before her forbidden area. She bucks against the restraints as tiny droplets of her sweet nectar trail down her lips onto the bed. I press her knees wide, needing a better look at this delicacy. My mouth waters at the sight of her.
I pull the soft flesh of her mound upward, exposing her clit. I touch the swollen nub with the tip of my tongue, sending an electrical current through her body. I do it again and again, gradually increasing the pressure before methodically circling it with my tongue. She’s moaning now, breathing heavier than before, and struggling to match my rhythm. I move downward, finally dipping into her sweet wetness. My tongue presses the folds of her pussy open, giving me access to her softness. I plunge my tongue into her hole, tongue-fucking her tight body. My nose rests perfectly against her clit as I breathe in and continue to thrust my tongue in and out of her delicious cunt.
I reach beneath her, grabbing her voluptuous ass, rocking her body back and forth on my face. I pull her into me, wanting more of that forbidden fruit. She tries to buck against me, lifting her hips and pulling against the restraints. I alternate tonguing her clit with tongue-fucking her. She’s close. Her legs tighten around my shoulders and her thrusting becomes more erratic. Her breathing is quick and urgent as she nears her end. My moans are muffled by her body and send a vibration up her pelvis and into her belly. And then, she let’s go.
It’s a beautifully violent release as she screams my name and falls victim to the power of her orgasms. Her entire body is flailing on the bed as she yanks on the restraints and bucks against my face. I gladly hold her steady from beneath, gripping her hips and letting her hot thick cum run down my throat. It fills my mouth like liquid gold, quenching my thirst. I feel her muscles relax as she comes down off her high. I slowly move my face away, evidence of her sex coating my chin and lips. I land a soft kiss on each of her thighs which are also coated with cum. I wrap my arms tightly beneath her, pulling her close, and rest my head on her pelvis. I let out a sigh of relief. This is my happy place. Right here. Between her legs. I close my eyes, basking in the glory of her release.