All For You
Tonight, our bedroom is not our bedroom. The surroundings may look the same: wardrobes, alarm clocks, a desk in the corner...but tonight it will be so much more. With a couple of well-placed candles, incense sticks, rose petals and imagination, our bedroom is transformed into a passion palace. Not only that, but the centre of attention is you...my sexy, sweet, oh so innocent woman. Spread out in the middle of the bed, you lay with your arms stretched out above your head and your eyes covered with a silk blindfold. You are wearing that sexy, tight, see-through babydoll dress that drives me insane. It clings to your body with a purpose, a desire to smother every curve, fulfil every desire, tickle every nerve, and slide off at a moment’s thought. Tonight, our bedroom is not our bedroom.
I have prepared a selection of toys and playthings without your knowledge and now lay them at your feet; silently and carefully. No words are to be said tonight, no requests or distractions, no urgency or normality; you are to be pleasured over and over and over again until you beg me to stop and then beg me to carry on! Until then, I just circle the bed, the creaking floorboards giving away my position briefly before I move on, your head desperately searching for my whereabouts, but to no avail. Then, for 5 agonising minutes, I stand completely still and deathly silent. The flames of the flickering candles crackle and sway in the night, the incense sticks burn and smoke in the air, and your body begins to squirm against the babydoll dress.
I choose the small feather tickler to begin with and quickly brush it across the base of your right foot, causing you to recoil sharply; you weren't expecting that, were you? Then, as if your body is my canvas, I begin to 'paint' over your skin with the pink tickler. Legs first, across and around the calf muscles, over your knees and towards your firm thighs. Backwards and forwards I repeat this, all the way back down to your feet until your whisper demands I move further upwards. I completely ignore your pussy and instead guide the feather under the babydoll dress and around your belly button, sending waves of electricity to your mouth, which opens and closes to its rhythm; round and round and round.
Without giving you any warning, I bend over, lift the babydoll dress up and begin to softly kiss your stomach whilst the feather brushes over your neck. Your body begins to sway and tense, and your breathing becomes noticeably louder and faster...my kisses, though, remain tenderly soft. With one final long kiss, I bring the small, pink, feather tickler down across your tight little panties and watch as you buck and moan with an intense motion; sweet and sexy. I stand up and slowly begin to take my clothes off; unzipping, unbuttoning, and throwing them onto the bedroom floor loud enough for you to hear and react. I want you to know how horny this is making me, so I guide the tip of my throbbing cock across your stomach before I carefully flip you onto your front.
Making sure your arms stay outstretched and your body is flying free, I release your hair and begin to run my fingers through it, tugging every so slightly...barely noticeable, in fact, but just enough. I pick up the paddle and trace it down your spine and, with one sharp move, slap both your arse cheeks with it. You let out a moan, and I shush you instantly. Stepping away, I admire the curve in your back and your slender legs...I could just fuck you right now...but it's still very early! I put my arm around your waist and bring you up so you are on all fours and position your pussy so it points to the ceiling...paddle in waiting, I now begin your punishment.
Just hard enough without it being too painful, the paddle does its job. Never in the same place twice, it collides with your skin, leaving the tiniest red mark that vanishes within seconds of appearing. The smell of passion is intoxicating the hotter it gets, and through your tight little panties, I can see how wet this is making you; I think it's time I remove them and free your saltiness. I rest the paddle on your back and pull your panties down with my teeth before moving behind you and resting the base of my shaft over your tiny arsehole. With the tiniest of movements, I begin to rub against you and undress you with trembling hands; we are both in heaven now.
This continues for a long time...I almost come but manage to stop just in time. Very attentively, I trace my cock towards your pussy and brush the tip down your lips and onto your clit. I can feel small droplets of your desire hitting me and decide it's time my tongue licks this all up. I clamber off the bed and, with my finger, trace a line from your big toe all the way up and across your body to your hand, which I gently clasp, before leaning toward your ear and whispering, "Get up."
It takes seconds, and you are in my arms, my cock pushed upwards on your stomach as I throw kisses onto your lips in a playful, mischievous way; naughty but very nice. I pull away and guide you to the corner edge of the bed, watching as you sit on the extreme corner edge and stretch your body out backwards, releasing a sigh of eagerness and retreat, your hands seeking your legs and pulling back on them to reveal your pussy in all its glistening glory. I kneel before you and with my fingernails, lightly claw your inside thighs to your pussy and spread the lips wide open; this alone almost makes the both of us erupt.
Beginning consistently and with unpredictable motions, my tongue is not only spelling out the erotic alphabet inside your body but also moving from your clit to your wet opening to your perineum, all the time giving each section the attention it so deserves; licking, sucking, nibbling, tasting, devouring and kissing. Your moaning increases, and I watch as you now play with your nipples, leaving your legs to support themselves. Beginning softly, you rub and carefully tug on them...almost innocently and sweetly...but, the closer your body gets to releasing itself, the rougher you become. Pinching and pulling, you move to squeezing and clasping your firm and sexy tits, even going as far as leaning down and licking them, the sight of which giving a new purpose to the tip of my tongue as it now works furiously on your clit.
Emanating heat from your insides, you clasp the bed sheets and pull tight. Every muscle is contracting, pulsating, and sending impulses of pleasure to your brain, twisting your back and causing screams of desire to swamp over you and swim in this ocean of pure joy. The slightest touch from my tongue now causes you to buck and mutter dirty nothingness; uncensored and very, very blue. Eventually, I give you reprieve, step back and listen to your heavenly breath, your chest rising then falling, rising then falling, rising...then falling. You begin to calm down before letting out a sigh and stretching your wanting body before me to its absolute limit...a pause, "Fuck me!!" you demand with a hiss of control and power; who am I to deny an order like that?!
You slither upwards onto the bed all the time, beckoning me closer whilst biting your bottom lip. I follow you with kisses on your legs, pussy, stomach, breast and mouth; wet and ready you wait...but not for long! I slide my cock into you easily, your warmth washes over me, your sex gorges on me, and your hands grip me tightly; locked in pure passion, we start to fuck. Gripping my ass, you dictate a constantly fast rhythm, demanding that I fuck you with purpose as I lean over you; merely a puppet obeying his master. You squeeze tighter and release my lips for air, your face full of pleasure, your moans full of desire...faster and harder we fuck, faster...harder, faster...harder, faster...harder.
I stop dead still just before I come, which does not please you as you rip off the silk blindfold and stare at me with brimming hellfire eyes. You push me off, force me to stand up and back up against the wall, my back slamming onto the cold brick. With one gulp, you take my whole length into your mouth and begin to furiously slide your lips over my cock, licking, sucking, drooling...one hand teasing your breasts, the other fingering your pussy. I reach to grab your hair, but you catch my wrist, holding it hard and glancing up at me; your gaze still ablaze with lust and wanton desire. Your fingering speeds up, and your sucking gets harder. This time I cannot stop myself as I tense up and come, feeling you swallow every last drop.
You fall back off me, gasping for air, and bring yourself to orgasm with a shriek of pure satisfaction, bucking and twisting with every wave. I collapse on the floor, completely drained, panting hard and loose; my cock beginning to slowly soften and relax. We look at each other and smile; the candles crack and spit in the background, the incense now burned away and the rose petals now strewn all over the floor. Moving over to where I sit, you put your arms around me and squeeze tight. I return the embrace, and we stay locked like this for an age...in fact, just long enough for me to start to get hard again and just long enough for you to notice. With my cock in hand, you drag me to the bed, climb on all fours, spread your areshole wide open, and turn to look at me, purring the words, "This time, don't stop!"
