You held me in your arms, kissing me harder, and then leading me into your bedroom. I stared at the bed; laid out with care was a red baby doll, matching silk panties, black silk stay up stockings and black leather pumps with a 5 inch stiletto heels. Beside the bed, a candle stood on a nightstand; its flame flickered as you approached. I looked into your eyes, those eyes of searing blue. Your lips were aesthetically thin and curved. I smiled, breathing a sigh. I could still feel them on my lips.
I looked up anew. Your eyes had a gleam, the very gleam of naughtiness when you hugged me tight and kissed me harsh. Those red vessels in your eyes were a sheer sign of passion that I could not ignore.
You stepped out of the room, letting me have the space to myself... NO, actually letting me undress in anticipation! I heard the sizzle of sparkling champagne as I removed every piece of fabric that once covered my nakedness. As I slipped into the red baby doll I trembled, thinking of what might happen this time. Drawing the silk stockings over my long legs my thoughts drifted to the memories of your hands sliding along my inner thighs. The 5-inch black pumps were the perfect touch. I sprayed a light mist of your favourite perfume on my pulse points, knowing it would make your heartbeat rise instantly.
You re-entered, carrying champagne chilling deep within an ice bucket. Also, two flutes and a couple of red silk strips were stuffed in your hands. You dropped the silk on the bed and proffered me a glass. I appraised the strips with fascination until you pulled me into a hug, and then kissed me, at first softly then with rising intensity, letting me taste the champagne on your lips.
Yes! You were making me nervous and yet causing my love canal to vibrate. I sipped the champagne and finished before you refilled the glass in my hand. As I sipped it, you kissed my nape. That treacherously light tickle of your hand electrified every nerve in my leg, causing the carnal desire to well up in my vitals.
I quickly drained the drink down my throat and looked at you, batting my eyelashes. Was it the champagne or the anticipation that mystically overwhelmed my senses? Was it your lips that once again captured mine? I opened my mouth to talk but you hushed me, putting a finger to my lips.
My eyes fell on the bulge in your jeans as you rose. Then I shot another glance at the strips. Almost impulsively, perhaps under the thermogenic effect of champagne, I fingered those pieces of silk as you fondled my smooth-toned arm. Then you held me, like a predator hungrily clawing its helpless prey; touching every inch of my body. I fingered the red strips as you watched me, a meaningful smile on your lips. Then you kissed me, I surrendered, letting you be the possessor of the strips, and then be my master!
Like a lulled doll, I let myself relax in your strong arms, left myself open to your mercy. You made me kneel on the bed and then on all fours. Deliberately, you took my right arm and I laughed dreamily. Then you tied my wrist to the bedpost and moved to the other side, tying my left wrist as well. As the knot tightened, you turned my face in your direction and sucked my lips in a smooch.
You stepped back to observe the handiwork with a naughty smile. The red silk ties perfectly matched with those of the baby doll. My body so pleasantly curvaceous, my smooth supple skin, the voluminous raven locks that hung around my beautiful face kept you transfixed. You hungrily eyed the fullness of my breasts and my haughty round ass.
Apparently, on some impulse, you approached me. Giggling I could feel the feathery stroke of your hand that tickled the skin of my legs. Yes, I knew my shuddering body gave you a spark to keep teasing me. The playfulness, to my disappointment, did not last long as you fished two more silk strips out of your hip pocket. Now I felt my right ankle being deftly tied to the bedpost, and then you did the same to its counterpart.
I breathed a sigh for you as you resumed fondling my ankles and all the way up! You teased the skin of my upper thighs, tracing patterns lightly around my ass cheeks. I shuddered as your hand treacherously snaked down into my rapidly moistening panties, tickling the seam of my pussy and continuing its course to my crotch. I laughed, moving my legs apart, letting you part my wet pussy lips with your deft fingers. I moaned, wanting your hand to stay there and ravishing my petals but you withdrew it suddenly. Then I heard you smacking your lips; I knew you were sucking your fingers, coated in my pussy juice.
You shifted your position, moving atop me. I felt your hardness probing between my ass cheeks, coaxing them to let it enter my rectum. You somehow managed to reach my crotch once again, touched my pussy, and tickled my throbbing clit through the silk of my panties.