Sunday, April 16, 2006
the new
I was lying in my bed, in and out of sleep, half dozing, half thinking. I
tried staring at the ceiling and I tried closing my eyes. Nothing worked. So
I just lie there and let myself drift along in the sea of down and warmth. I
had fallen asleep finally when I awoke to feel hands on mine. I was being
tied to the headboard. I opened my eyes, but saw only darkness. I smiled. He
had blindfolded me.
Hello, my love, I whispered to him in the dark.
Hello, princess, he whispered back, directly into my ear so it sent shivers
up my spine. I lay quietly on my back as he finished wrapping what felt like
silk around my wrists. I was bound to the bed, helpless it seemed, and
blinded. My other four senses peaked to make up for it. My skin tingled and
I could tell it was extra sensitive now. I could hear him moving around in
my room, rummaging in my nightstand drawer. A lazy grin worked its way
across my face as I realized what it was he was after.
I felt the feather almost before it touched my skin. I kept it in my drawer
for special occasions. I knew I was in for a treat. It was long and black,
sleek but with just the right amount of softness. He started with my face. I
felt it tickle my cheek and he brought it down my face to my throat. Gently
he brushed my neck and my shoulders, the bare skin reacting with goosebumps
to the slight touch. From my shoulders, he caressed both of my arms in turn
all the way to my fingers and back up to the shoulders again. Then he did it
again on the underside of my arms, the skin twice as sensitive. My breathing
was shallow and rapid as I became aroused. My flesh was alive and tingling
all over as he ran the feather down my chest to my breasts. He took his time
with each one, the feather circling my nipples and my delicate skin. I
moaned with pleasure as he lingered over my breasts for what seemed like an
eternity. I could feel my nipples proudly erect under the influence of the
feather.
My breasts fully stimulated, the feather began its descent to my stomach. I
could feel him brushing my soft skin in circles with the lightest of
touches. He used the feather to circle my belly button and to drift down
from there to my fleshy mound. He teased me forever, caressing my inner
thighs, my hips, every inch of skin he could cover that wasnt my pussy. He
trailed it all the way down to my toes, stopping to pay particular attention
to the underside of my knees. It tickled and I giggled out loud. As my
punishment for laughing, he smothered my lips with his in a deep and
maddening kiss.
I felt his nakedness against me, not having realized until then that he had
already removed his clothes. I was very excited and I wanted him right then
and there. But I knew I would have to wait. He would make me wait.
He withdrew from me to continue torturing me with the feather. He would not
stop until all of my skin had been touched and tormented by it. I writhed
around my bed, my hands bound over my head. My lower body was all that I
could move. I rolled my hips around, secretly knowing it would drive him
crazy. I pictured him watching my naked body moving so provocatively so near
him. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. But still he made me wait.
When the exquisite agony of the feather had been exhausted I heard him set
it aside. The bed shifted under his weight and I shivered with delight at
the idea of what was to come next. He followed the exact path of the feather
except this time with his tongue. Every inch of my being was aroused by now.
His tongue circled my nipples and he bit playfully at them. I squealed with
pleasure as he did this. His tongue followed my stomach down to my belly
button and finally to my pussy. He teased me again over and over, kissing
and licking me everywhere but the one spot I so desperately needed it. I
could feel how wet I was, how much this trick of his was working. I ached
inside, dying for him to be inside of me.
Please, baby, I begged him. I knew how much it turned him on when I begged.
Please I trailed off in the middle of my plea as I felt him shove his tongue
into me. I gasped as he found my clit and began to play with it. I was
bucking all over the place. He had to hold me down so he could lick me
properly. He stopped and crawled on top of me. He kissed my lips and then
straddled me. I felt his cock against my lips. I flicked my tongue at it and
heard his sharp intake of breath. I knew what he liked. I played with him
with my tongue, teasing him before finally taking him full in my mouth. I
wanted to stroke him while I sucked him, but my hands were still bound. I
wondered what it looked like to him, me tied up and helpless with his dick
shoved in my mouth. He was soaked with my saliva as I moved my mouth back
and forth over him. He was hard as a rock and I knew he wanted me badly. I
wanted him even more. I wished I could see his face as I sucked him, wished
I could see the rapture I caused him. But there was something about the
mystery of not being able to see, of having to imagine what he looked like
just then. His hands held my head to him so that I could not pull away. He
would have me until he was finished.
I was so aroused from being blindfolded, my senses toying with me, that I
thought I would burst if he didnt fuck me soon. I thought the fire from my
loins would be enough to ignite my entire apartment at that point. Just
then, he pulled himself out of my mouth and I felt him lifting my legs.
Before I could even take a breath he was pounding into me. I screamed out
loud and I clamped myself around his dick, tightening for him. He lifted me
up by my butt as he fucked me, letting him plunge deeper and deeper inside
of me. I could see stars behind my blindfold; I was at the height of
ecstasy. He thrust in and out of me, brutally hard and I knew I would be
bruised the next day. But I didnt care. I just wanted more of him. I longed
to rake my nails down his back but my arms were tied tightly. I could not
wrap myself around him as I longed to do. But he could have me however he
wanted me. He bit into my nipple and I groaned. Again I wanted more, I
wanted it harder. I wanted to feel pain. I squeezed him with my legs as much
as I could, pulling him toward me and pinching his ribs.
He pounded me, fucked me, and ravaged my body. He had every way with me he
had wanted except for one. I knew he had always wanted to try anal but we
never had. I told him one day we would try that. I think now was that day.
As he shoved himself in my pussy, I said one word to him: Now. And he knew
what I meant. He pulled himself out of me, leaned down to kiss me hard and
rough, and bent my legs almost over my head. He grabbed some lube from my
nightstand and slathered himself with it. I felt him rub it all over me,
pussy and ass. Then he poised himself at my opening and slowly eased his way
inside. I felt pain at first, but then relaxed and realized it was actually
enjoyable. He increased his pace and I moaned with pleasure as he fucked my
ass. I had never thought it could feel like this. I was so tight around him.
Faster and faster he went, plundering me in that most secret of places. His
finger found my clit as he thrust in me and I was on the moon. I came what
seemed a thousand times. I knew he was close but I never wanted it to stop.
It was so hot and slippery. I heard him grunt and knew it was time. With a
few final thrusts into my tight ass, he came inside me.
I felt him plop down on the bed next to me, utterly exhausted. I could hear
his heavy breathing and I was doing some panting of my own. It was amazing.
He reached over and untied me. I took off the blindfold. I smiled at him as
he dozed off.
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