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It does not take me much to stay attached to the warm sheets and the fresh air peering in from the open window near by. My jaw slack, my arms in vices of cold steel tied to the bed frame waiting to break free from my unrelentless lust...I say that now, but I love the isolation of my hands surrendering to the mild pain of pleasure inflicted by the shiny handcuffs. The goosebumps and cold chills surging through my body which is quickly followed by pleasure which overwhelms the mild stings to my imobile wrist. I can honestly say that the very pain inflicted on my wrist are what probably gave me the drowning feeling of ever consuming fire and need for what was occuring. I guess I would not really know, because lust had me now by every angle my conscious self was aware of. The bliss and overwhelming sensation of fingers flooding my vision followed by a white mildly perfumed T-shirt/blindfold started flooding me with curiousity; The final death of my doubt has come to an end , or maybe a surrender.
I could honestly care less by now.. My body is at its finish with no understanding of its own goals.
"Fuck me" is all I murmur under my weak tired lips. The words flowed out my mouth like juice. That was what I asked because I had yet to understand anything else other than desire, need, and lust.
In that moment I feel her lips consuming all of me, inch by inch, inflicting an overwhelming sense of tension along my damp spine. The expectation destroyed me from the inside out; chasing a vibe of numbness and saturating pleasure to my brain. In that second my mouth goes dry almost as if bits of sand where in my mouth. I was waiting for a revigorating flavor of "her", the main ingredient to quench my uwaivering thirst. The only sound I made was a sigh, stressed by a tense stomach confirming my pleasure, as her soft finger tips caress my my lower thigh.
She does not stop...I didn't want her to...She is sensual, soft and flooded by her own lust; I felt it. Her sighs, and moans made me forget my blindfold and the idea that I could ever see but I could feel "it".
I was at full unity with myself and her.

Her scent was amazing through out, as I could feel her start to raise her slender and firm body upward. I felt her soft, supple, breast move up my chest, teasing me.
Followed by an amazing scent of sweet vanilla, and what I also assumed was a background of her freshly bathed skin.
She began to trail her breast into my mouth exposing her diamond hard nipples to the tips of my thirsty lips. I appreciated it all, my bottom lip caressed the underside of what I could tell was her left nipple protruding in my mouth. I didn't care my heavy breathing and the neverending pounding of my heart let her know I needed her.
The consistancy of my wet lower lip from the sensual kissing and licking made my connection with her euphoric. I slid her nipple into my inviting mouth, and feverish tongue. I made sure my tongue, lips, even face appreciated all of her. I revealed it to her, by my motions; I cherished every piece of her...She was amazing. I wanted to be sure she loved it all or I was willing to do whatever it took to get her there... Her pleasure was all I wanted. However, the cold sweat from my body and face confessed it all. As she starting to raise her body further up my mine, I could feel her firm flat stomach slowing starting to make its way up my face. It that moment she stops and asks in a sultry tone "Hungry?". I simply respond with an inviting sigh and a smirky "Of course..." . I was "hungry" for her, I was waiting for this since I had walked through her front door. It that instant I could hear her pulling up the dress she wore for dinner earlier. I remember it being an olive green color with knitting of a lotus on it. I really could not remember with the blind fold still on, because all I could think of was how great she would taste I also remembered she looked gorgeous in her dress and inviting smile.

She carefully slid the dress down from her strong legs hovering over my face. I waited for a second sounds of panties, g-sting, or anything....but no. She had it planned all along, she wore nothing. She knew what was in store for me.
She was going to fuck me into submission, and I would not contest. As she drew her prize into my lips and mouth, I could feel it was shaved clean, not to mention well kept according to what my senses told me. She was wet and ready, she assisted in opening herself with her left hand while she held my hair and head with her right hand, after all I will still "cuffed" to the bed. She controlled my head to her liking, and I loved it. She tasted exquisite as I worked the surface with my tongue to every part of her rythem. I knew she was about to cum, by the way her body tensed, and her voice ommitted nothing. I wanted all of her juices in my mouth, she was definitely ready as she bucked and spazmed. She blew, sending my head back fiercly with her right hand yet I could still feel she was exposing herself with her left hand.
She proceeded to explode all over me finally quinching my thirst..I waited for this, I deserved this prize. All I heard her saying and moaning where sounds of pleasure.
As it all ended she just dropped on me and could not proceed, resting her prespired body on mine while I was still handcuffed to her bed post. I knew I haven't even finished yet, but it didn't matter. The very feeling of her completely at bliss worked for me.
As I lay there naked and bound, next to her I knew there where better days to come for her and I as the nights become longer.

Hanz The King of Pirates