I am tied, naked, blindfolded, and spreadeagled on your bed, my pale skin contrasting with the dark denim comforter as I listen to the soft slide of fabric against skin as you undress. The soft thud heralds the loss of your jeans and I lick my lips, wishing I hadn't thought of the blindfold, I want to see you.
From your vantage point you can see the dampness clinging to the bush partially concealing my pussy, my clit pouts out at you. You kick your pants to one side a pick up the long feather from the dresser, the one I brought along with the soft nylon ropes and blindfold. You don't move, making me wait as I hold my breath and wait for the first touch, all my senses on overload from lack of sight.
I gasp as the feather glides along my ribcage, avoiding my swollen breasts entirely as it sweeps across my tummy and leaves. I wait, you're teasing me, and I hate it. The feather is on the sole of my foot suddenly and I jump. You chuckle in masculine amusement before continuing your erotic torture. Teasing all but my breasts and aching pussy with the feather, taking your time and delaying each new touch longer than the last.
"Please" I moan out.
"Please what?" you ask, I tell you've cocked one of your brows and you're smirking slighty. Though it irks me I know you want me to beg, and tell you exactly what I want.
"Please touch me everywhere" I manage to get out between gasps and moans as you've finally touched my aching breasts.
The feather is discarded and you leave the bed again. I bite my tongue to keep from struggling to undo the blindfold and see where you are.
I jump as you pick one of my feet up, then relax as you start massaging it, sucking on a toe now and then as shock waves of desire and heat radiate through me, drenching my pussy with juice. You finish with one foot and go to the other, repeating the eroticly stimulating massage.
"Please" I whisper helplessly, wishing you would pay attention to the rest of my desire-drunk body.
You slowly crawl up my body, trailing soft kisses, teasing both yourself and I before you lay claim to my mouth with a hard kiss. Your hard cock is pressed into my belly and I push myself up, trying to feel more. You push your tongue into my mouth with a groan and I duel it with my own, circling and parrying, until you pull back and slide once more down my body.
I arch as you take one puckered nipple into your mouth, suckling, nipping once in a while.
"Free my arms," I beg, "I have to touch you"
"In good time" You reply huskily as you continue to enjoy our little game. I growl in frustration and tug against the bonds on my arms.
Suddenly you leave the bed, leaving me bereft and I snarl, "Damn you, come back here and finish what you started!" struggling harder to get off the bed and reverse our positions.
I hear you leave the room and I sag back into the comforter with a grumble. The microwave tings in the kitchen and I frown under the blindfold. I can't tell what you're doing but I smell you as soon as you come into the room, your strong musk is mixed with the sweet tang of honey.
I jump as the warm sticky syrup is poured over my breasts and down my stomache. "Waste of honey" I tell you.
"Oh no," you chuckle, "very tasty use of honey," and then you stop speaking as you lave one breast, removing the honey with your rough tongue.
"Goddamn it quit teasing me." I moan as both my nipples pucker under your attention. Suddenly you start down my stomache, following the honey trail, only stopping long enough to dip your tongue into my navel to trap the honey there, and it sends a shock straight to my pussy.