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Of Rope, Stockings And You - Part 5 - The Essence Of You:
“Relax and enjoyâ€â€¦.What was I thinking? As I lie in bed sipping Moet, every thought spins around you – your look, your touch. I make shadow puppets on the wall to pass the time, but it does nothing to quell this primal need to feel your body sliding in bed next to mine. Minutes tick by like molasses through a straw. I feel my hand slide down my thigh, then back again. As if at the last possible moment of my self control – the telltale squeak of the bathroom door. I feel a sense of relief as I hear your heels tick on the hardwood floor of the hallway. Another moment passes – the bedroom door opens and you step back into my night.
You stand paused in the doorway – as if begging me to inspect your sensual attire. I spring from the bed and sit on the edge – any sense of being “smooth†escapes me – my anticipation of your return has taken control. I begin to scan your body head to toe, as you glide slowly toward me. Your red hair flows gently to your shoulders – the color mixes with the candlelight – it radiates the passion in your eyes, the mischief in your soft smile. My eyes continue to wander where my hands and lips soon will. The fishnet bodystocking hugs every curve, parted only by your nipples, full and waiting. Shiny brass padlocks dangle from your leather cuffs – their sound beats a sensuous rhythm – keeping time with your platforms as you draw nearer. Hanging from your leather body harness, a set of keys, which you offer into my hand as you kneel down in front of me.
My hands flow through your hair and fall gently on your shoulders as I lean toward you and our lips meet again. I run them down your arms, cross over to your thighs and follow the track of your body harness to your breasts. I roll your nipples between my fingers - you moan softly as the pressure increases. A quick tug upward on the lead hanging from your collar signals you to stand. As you rise, my hands grasp your hips and pull you toward my mouth – eager to taste you again. You run your fingers through my hair - I glance upward and become ignited by seeing that you are watching me. I push my tongue deeper and look up again to notice that you are no longer watching – eyes closed, head arched back, you pull my face closer. My hands slide from your hips, around to your ass and in response, I pull you closer still. Your legs begin to tremble, your breath deepens and your grasp on my hair tightens as you begin to let go. A single spank punctuates your passion as you scream out and fall fully into your ecstasy. My face is wet with you – your taste fuels my desire for you. As if rehearsed, you reach back, take my hands and in fluid motion, I stand, we turn in unison and melt into the cloud that is our bed....
“Relax and enjoyâ€â€¦.What was I thinking? As I lie in bed sipping Moet, every thought spins around you – your look, your touch. I make shadow puppets on the wall to pass the time, but it does nothing to quell this primal need to feel your body sliding in bed next to mine. Minutes tick by like molasses through a straw. I feel my hand slide down my thigh, then back again. As if at the last possible moment of my self control – the telltale squeak of the bathroom door. I feel a sense of relief as I hear your heels tick on the hardwood floor of the hallway. Another moment passes – the bedroom door opens and you step back into my night.
You stand paused in the doorway – as if begging me to inspect your sensual attire. I spring from the bed and sit on the edge – any sense of being “smooth†escapes me – my anticipation of your return has taken control. I begin to scan your body head to toe, as you glide slowly toward me. Your red hair flows gently to your shoulders – the color mixes with the candlelight – it radiates the passion in your eyes, the mischief in your soft smile. My eyes continue to wander where my hands and lips soon will. The fishnet bodystocking hugs every curve, parted only by your nipples, full and waiting. Shiny brass padlocks dangle from your leather cuffs – their sound beats a sensuous rhythm – keeping time with your platforms as you draw nearer. Hanging from your leather body harness, a set of keys, which you offer into my hand as you kneel down in front of me.
My hands flow through your hair and fall gently on your shoulders as I lean toward you and our lips meet again. I run them down your arms, cross over to your thighs and follow the track of your body harness to your breasts. I roll your nipples between my fingers - you moan softly as the pressure increases. A quick tug upward on the lead hanging from your collar signals you to stand. As you rise, my hands grasp your hips and pull you toward my mouth – eager to taste you again. You run your fingers through my hair - I glance upward and become ignited by seeing that you are watching me. I push my tongue deeper and look up again to notice that you are no longer watching – eyes closed, head arched back, you pull my face closer. My hands slide from your hips, around to your ass and in response, I pull you closer still. Your legs begin to tremble, your breath deepens and your grasp on my hair tightens as you begin to let go. A single spank punctuates your passion as you scream out and fall fully into your ecstasy. My face is wet with you – your taste fuels my desire for you. As if rehearsed, you reach back, take my hands and in fluid motion, I stand, we turn in unison and melt into the cloud that is our bed....
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