Stories by crimsonblaze

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Suspended Desire

The object of my desire is suspended before me.

Twine dangling down to your wrists Hands bound with silky cloth above your head Blindfold covering your eyes Knees digging into the soft comforter on the bed Such beauty in you this way Soft lighting, candlelight dancing Music quietly soothing Hint of jasmine and vanilla in the air And the musky scent of desire Sitting inches from you Warm breath against your skin ...Read On