She slowly, dutifully, raises herself from her kneeling position, a smile lingering on her moistened lips. Her teeth glisten like polar jewellery, her pupils dark and dilated with excitement.  She walks provocatively across the suite and crawls onto the huge, white bed. On all fours, she slowly pads her way across, her bronzed ass swinging like a feline, exaggerating the movement of her hips. She looks back at me, mocking, beckoning, alluring, all at the same time. The beautiful, twin bulge of her labia taunts me, like a red rag to a bull.

And she knows it.

 My erection is now almost painful, more extreme than I have ever known, and the glistening purple head points directly at the ceiling, almost comically, touching my belly. She knows exactly how to tempt a man. How to seduce, to arouse, and to tantalise. My heart is racing, my body is tense, my brain exploding with the visual treat that she is taunting me with.

 My mind suddenly switches.

In the darkest recess of my consciousness, there is an explosion of sheer, unadulterated, carnal lust. A desire so strong, so fundamental, that I can feel it coursing and pulsing through my veins.

 I must have her.

But, I must also control these impossible urges, I must. I want to fuck her so much, so deeply, I am like a frenzied animal on heat. I want to devour her, to inhale her, to taste her.

 But no! First, I need to capture her.

 She lies on her stomach on the bed, her arms stretched out, and bent at the elbows, her fingers playing with her hair and looking back at me, her mouth covered by her upper arm, but her eyes fixed on me, aflame with desire.

I pick up the red silk ropes, look into her eyes, but then throw them to the end of the bed.

Instead, I walk across the room and pick up her discarded gossamer-thin stockings and her impossibly tiny panties pooled on the carpet. I raise the panties to my face and inhale her scent. She smiles at me, slightly opens her legs and wiggles her gorgeous ass playfully as if to acknowledge my action, my passion. My intent.

I walk softly to the side of the bed, my toes embraced by the rich, deep carpet, and I sit down. I take her hand. She tries to grab my cock, but I intercept her. I tie, gently but firmly, a stocking around her soft, pliant wrist. She looks at me. What is she thinking? Yet she says nothing. I tie the end of the stocking to the head of the bed. She does not move.

I stand and walk to the other side of the bed. She turns her head and looks straight at me again. The same smile. I tie the second stocking around her wrist and tie the end to the head of the bed. This time, I make sure there is almost no slackness. As if an erotic clock, her arms and hands are now at ten minutes to two. She is a prisoner of this scene, this canvas, this bed.

 I reach for a pillow. I sit behind her, between her legs, her beautiful, beautiful tanned ass and her glistening shaved cunt just visible when I look down. If I look too long, I will succumb. Not yet! I hold her by the hips and pull her upwards, and she assists. She knows. I push the white cotton pillow under her stomach.

I run my hands over the silky smoothness of her ass cheeks.

 I sit back on my haunches and digest the insane scene; I absorb the incredible sight of her. Her ass now raised above her back, her dark tan sphincter now clearly visible, leading to her beautiful just- parted labia below. I lean forward and gently kiss her star. It puckers, and I hear a gasp of passion deep from within her. I kiss it again, but this time I place my whole tongue on her asshole and I lick, like a dog, a wet lapping of her ass. She gasps. I pull her cheeks apart with my hands, then with a pointed tongue I push slightly, so that the tip pushes inside. Her asshole puckers again. I trace a line of saliva from her ass, down to her throbbing, open cunt lips, and repeat, licking like a dog, then probing with a pointed tongue. At the same time, my thumb is resting on her asshole, and I push that gently as I lap at her cunt. Drips of saliva tumble onto the sheets below.

She tastes like nectar.

Of honey.

Of Champagne and oysters.

Of fresh mountain water.

Of sex.

I withdraw.

I get off the bed.

I stand.

I pick up the two red silk ropes that I had discarded, and her panties. I don't take my eyes from the vista before me, a visual feast of fecundity.

Her impossibly distorted panties are white and lacy, with barely enough material to cover my hand. I return to the end of the bed. I sit behind her. I lean over her, supported by my arms, and I nuzzle her neck, inhale her hair, her scent. I bite her earlobe. She makes such beautiful, emotional breathing sounds, raising and lowering in tone and duration. With my left hand, I then massage her gorgeous cunt, two fingers either side of my middle finger massage her lips, the middle gently pushing into her, probing, invading. I can feel her muscles contracting onto my finger. Her wetness makes a second finger effortless. Her hips gyrate as I finger-fuck her, and her juices run back along my fingers into my palm.

Then I sit up, and with my right hand, gently at first, I begin to push her panties into her. Gently, slowly, but all the way in. She pushes against me as my fingers insert the oh-so-lucky material, bit by bit, until just a small white tail is visible between the crimson curtains of her cunt. She moans, she gyrates, she shouts out loud. Oh, she shouts.

She comes.

I am giddy, so in lust with this woman. In love with lust.

After a few seconds, or minutes or hours, I tug the panties from her, slowly, gently, and again raise them to my face. I inhale. Intoxicating, incandescent, incredible.

As if in a trance, I get up, go the head of the bed and sit next to her. She watches as I raise her sodden panties to my mouth and insert them, fully. My saliva mixes with her scent, and her cum. I tug them out.

“Open,” I say.

Her eyes are fixed on mine, her mascara smeared, her lipstick intact, her smile an electric bolt of white lightening.

 “Open,” I repeat.

She says and does nothing. I reach over, my right hand behind her head, my left with the lozenge of panties, and place them near her closed mouth. Just touching her lips. Her teeth dutifully open, and I push her panties gently but firmly into her erotic, inviting, abyss.

I stand, and her eyes follow me; they are ablaze with passion, excitement, and expectation. The panties in her mouth prevent any words except for a muffled breathing and words that I cannot comprehend, but I have a good idea what she is saying.

I now go to the end of the bed and gently take her left ankle in my hand, she playfully resists. She softly kicks me, kicks the bed, muffled words, without any effort I hold her leg. I tie one of the ropes around her ankle and release it. I hold into the rope while her leg flails around, as if I, the luckiest angler, have caught a gorgeous apparition from the very depths of passion. I tie her ankle to the end of the bed and pull tight. The same is repeated with the other slender, tanned leg.

She is now totally within my control. Star fished. Her ass in the air, play-struggling to release herself. My cock aches, is as hard as it ever been and is flaying around like an indecent branch in the wind…

 She’s mock struggling now, her hips gyrating, almost dislodging the pillow, and any slack in the ropes or stockings is being stretched to the limit, amid her muffled shouts. I position myself at the end of the bed, look down at the glorious sight of her ass and beautiful cunt. I kneel, I place the end of my cock at the entrance to her cunt lips, and my pre-cum dribbles from the eye of my angry, purple cock head. I lean over, and push the helmet of my cock into her, it’s so easy, and she is so wet, yet seemingly so sexily resistant. I push the whole of my throbbing cock into her, all the way, in one go, right up to my engorged balls. She shrieks into her panties in surprise. I pull out slowly then push in again just as hard, right in as far as I can. My pelvis slapping right up against the softness of her arse cheeks. I begin pumping my cock, fast, rhythmically, fucking her, pounding, and the noises from her cunt, the squelching, her farting, and her moans. I can feel an almighty approaching orgasm. She screams, a muffled scream, another uncontrolled orgasm, her body shakes, spurts. It is glorious.

 But. I withdraw. How can I do this? What is this superpower that I have?

I am so close to an almighty orgasm that I must pause to let the tide subside. I stare at the ceiling in an attempt for the sensation to pass. I am struggling for breath. I look down again. What a beautiful sight. Her asshole is puckering and inviting; her body has stopped struggling. Instead, in a blissful state, she has stopped wriggling, just breathing gently through her nose. I cannot resist anymore.

 I place my cock at the entrance to her ass and I push in. Her sphincter denies the head of my cock—momentarily—until it surrenders and the purple tip of my cock slides in. She raises her head and moans a low, long, bass, groan. Her body is in spasms with ecstasy and expectation. I grunt, curse. She grunts, curses. She screams in ecstasy. I am so close now, I begin deeply fucking her ass, pumping, in, out, half-way, most of the way, all the way, fucking, it's coming, I can feel it, it's coming, it's…I cum and I cum and I cum, my whole existence leaves my body, the flow of pent- up passion. A torrent. A tsunami of lust.

I collapse onto her.

 After a few seconds, or minutes or hours, I pull my still-pulsing cock from her, a satisfying pop as air re-enters her asshole and I sit back on my haunches, spent. Out of breath. I look down at this vista of fucked loveliness: Breathing, abandoned, so, so sexily resting.

 After a few seconds I look down, a rivulet of white cum has seeped from her ass, dribbling down to her red, inflamed cunt.

I am compelled.

I bow down and so, so gently place my mouth onto her ass once again, and I suck. I suck the flow of cum from her ass, as much as I can, like a huge mouthful of warm, savoury sex custard.

 I stand, unsteadily, and walk up next to her; I sit, and reach for the panties. They fall from her mouth with no resistance. I toss them across the room. I bend over and I kiss her on the lips. She knows what I’ve done, and what I want to share, and she opens her mouth.

A sign of forgiveness?

 We share, we embrace, we untie, and we love.

Inspired by, collaborated with and thanks to: @Unfaithfulmilf