Silken Tiesby Pyramid
Leading you to the bedroom, I lay you down, gently on the bed. You try to
pull me with you, but I have another idea in mind and gently push you down,
on your back. Curious, you watch and I see your eyes alight as you decifer
my intentions. I return to the bed with three silk scarves. First, I tie
your right wrist, securing it to the headboard then bind your left as well.
The knots are not painful, just secure enough to prevent you from touching
me. The third scarf, I roll and tie around your eyes, blinding you. You are
now completely in my power, and just a bit frightened at what might happen.
The excitement of what might occur is present as well and the two emotions
serve to send a shiver of delight down your spine as you hear my footsteps
retreating down the hall.
You lay for what seems like an eternity, waiting for my return. A cool
breeze blows gently, bringing the sweet smell of honey suckle from the
patio outside, and you focus on it, delighting in its scent. You hear me in
the kitchen, clattering around, but cannot deduce anything from the
indistinct sounds and the wondering is getting to you, anticipating but not
knowing what to expect. Finally, you hear cupboards close and the sound of
my approaching footsteps.
"Glad to see you waited for me," I whisper, and you hear the anticipation
in my own voice as well. Feeling the bed tilt a bit as I sit beside you,
you wait silently, a small smile nervously forms on your lips. A long
period of time goes by, you can sense my presence, but robbed of sight, you
cannot gauge time very well. Too long, you think to yourself and the doubts
begin again.
Finally, you feel my weight shift again and feel my hands part your legs,
crooking your knees. You feel a warm, sudsy lather applied to your triangle
and mons, applied in a slow, circular motion. A finger slips between your
cleft, lightly touching you and your hips push up involuntarily to meet it.
But then it is gone, and you feel me begin to shave away your hair. Cool
air rapidly follows the razor as I cut it away and the feeling on so
intimate a part of you brings new pleasure. Starting at the top of your
triangle, I work my way down, rinsing periodically, and lathering anew. In
a way, this feels very erotic, but at no time do I actually stimulate you
with my fingers. Instead, I use them to pull the soft skin tight, so that
by the time I finish, your mons is completely clean. You feel a slick oil
applied to your newly shaven mons, warm and clean smelling, perhaps baby
oil? Again, you shift, trying to gain contact with my fingers as I rub the
oil into your skin. However, I have anticipated this and manage to avoid
your movements.
More oil is applied, this time on your thighs, gently rubbing, soothing, a
different pleasure, not erotic, but relaxing. I continue the massage,
thighs, calves, and finally your feet. Your legs tingle with sensations,
each nerve ending wanting attention and getting only a taste as I slide my
oil slickened hands up and down your legs. Then I stop and you only hear
silence and feel me shift yet again.
I pour oil on your belly next and it catches you off guard for a moment. it
feels hot, not too hot, but pleasantly warm on your skin. Fingertips
smoothe the oil over your belly and into the valley of your breasts. More
oil splashes on you and I first work the oil over your right arm, gently
massaging it, from your shoulder to your hand. The air cools the oil and
feels so slick and sensuous on your skin. Then the left arm is massaged in
the same way, strarting at your shoulder and worked down to your hand. Then
the massage stops again.
You feel me straddle you now, and my bare cheeks sit lightly on your belly.
You imagine my hardness protruding right at your face as I sit on you and
then feel me begin to massage the oil onto your breasts. One hand on each,
I cup their fullness, slowly rising up their peaks, leaving an oily slick
trail in their wake. You shift under me, and our skin slides deliciously
with the oil. Many things run through your mind, fleeting images and
thoughts. foremost is the sensations you feel on your breasts, my fingers
rolling each nipple and sliding over their hillocks, the warmth of my body
on you, the gentle scratching of the hair on my dangling sac, lightly
brushing your belly, your thighs rubbing together gently, arms tugging at
your bonds, wanting to touch, but unable to, wanting to hold, wanting to
meld into one, but restrained.
You feel me rise from you, and feel empty, far away. a few moments pass,
lingering, and then I return. Again the bed tilts as I place myself at your
feet, gently spreading your legs. You imagine the sight I must see,
detatching yourself from the scene, as a spectator and shiver anew at the
delights to come. Reality returns as you feel a firm rubbery knob placed on
your button, recognizing the shape and texture. I slide the artificial head
up and down your slit, teasing you and you hump up to meet it, delighted
with the contact. Cruelly, I keep it just close enough to contact, but
don't allow you to have it, just yet. I tslides sensuously, slick with the
oil and your own juices, warming to your temperature. Another, smaller knob
presses gently to your anus, it too slickened with oil. Grinding against
them, you try to engulf them, but you cannot, they continue to slide and I
watch the head parting your inner lips, seeming to suckle gently at the
head.
I apply a bit of pressure to the lower head and it starts to part your
pretty little ring, but then eases back. Then the upper one finds your
opening and slides in a bit, finally easing into you, just the head, then
sliding back out again, leaving you gasping for it. This continues,
switching back and forth, each time a milimeter deeper, slick with your
nectar, now flowing freely. as time progresses, you begin to feel fuller
with each thrust, and thrust your hips up to meet each knob. I shift again
and you feel my hot breath on your clit, the motions of my hands continue,
gently inserting, then retracting the artificial lovers into you. Finally
my tongue touches your button, a gentle flick, no more, but finally the
contact you crave. Tracing gentle circles, I lick your nubbin, and continue
working the vibrators in and out.
This becomes too much for you as you rise and fall on the penetrators, each
filling you now, the tempo quickening, thrusting into your depths. Your
orgasm peaks, and you succomb to it, waves of pleasure course through you,
your soft moans growing louder and louder, signalling me that my desired
intentions have had their effect.
As your orgasm subsides, you feel the vibrators withdraw and now I begin in
earnest to lick your nubbin. My nose pressed tightly to your mons, my
tongue thrashes at you, and you press against my chin. Sucking your inner
lips into my mouth, I hold them while my tongue swirls against your stiff
button, hands now under your cheeks, grasping you, pulling you into my
mouth. Without hesitation now, you peak yet again, coating my face with
your juices. Wave after wave courses through you, and one continuous moan
escapes your lips, I smile to myself, proud of my talents, my techniques,
my ability to give you so much pleasure.
You can sense the wetness of the sheets on your cheeks, your copius juices
flowing and soaking everything. I finally stop, licking your thighs as I
withdraw, leaving little nibbles in my wake.
Easing your legs under my arms, I squat between them, and rub your clit
with the head of my shaft, renewing the sensations in you, avoiding your
thrashing hips and ignoring your pleas for release from your bonds.
Finally, the head slips into you, the heavy knob filling your opening and
you wait impatiently for the shaft. Rocking back and forth, it slides in
and out, I gaze at your lips nibbling at me, loving the sight, reveling in
the tight sensation.
With a shrug of my shoulders, I maneuver your legs higher and now I rest,
poised above you, the head just inside you, rocking back and forth. And I
wait.
And wait. Feeling your inner muscles sqirm against the sensitive head,
watching your intense expression, mouth in a wanton pout, resisting the
urge to plow forward, fighting it off, but not succeeding.
With a sudden, savage thrust, I impale you on my staff. Sinking deeply into
you, pushing the breath out of you, I listen to your gasp of delight.
Quickly withdrawing all but the head, I plunge forward again, slapping
against your naked mons, my testicles hitting your cheeks with a slap. a
slow tempo at first, each thrust pounds against you, and I feel you begin
to climax once more, each thrust pushing deeply, pressing you down into the
bed.
Mindlessly now, I continue, the pace slowly increasing, hard, incessantly,
grindingly, my hands pinning your arms down. Savage, primal, matching our
heartbeats, it continues for an eternity. Orgasms wrack you, pulling your
breath out in sobs and moans. You hear me grunting with exertion, knowing
my own climax is not far behind. My sac no longer strikes your cheeks, it
has withdrawn tightly to me, ready to empty. I feel your twitching inner
muscles coaxing me to climax, and resist as long as I possibly can.
With a final cry, I press home once more and you feel my body spasm
uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. I freeze,
pinned tightly to you but you manage to wriggle up and down, milking my
seed, feeling it splash warmly inside of you. I collapse on top of you,
utterly spent, quivering at the force of my climax. You somehow work your
hands free and hold me, sobbing against you. Wrapped together like this,
arms and legs entwined, we drift off to sleep, sharing a silent intimacy
few ever experience, the experience of oneness....
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