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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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What a wonderful evening. Laughter, putting the world to rights, blatant flirting (what a pleasantly filthy mind he has), feeling the attraction, subtle touching. A tasty meal and a memorable bottle of wine - lovely and relaxed ready for mutual sensual exploration.
And so far so good. Body tingling with anticipation, caressed by wondering hands as clothes have been slowly teased off, warm hands erecting my nipples, breasts massaged delicately feeling my femininity, my body explored with soft gentle lips - no rush, no pressure, a longing sense of anticipation. And his warm skin, lovely scent, masculine form, firm buttocks - shared bodily heat. Red satin ribbons - interesting, intrigue. First the blind fold - it's not tight, it's not uncomfortable chinks of the soft lighting in the room still visible. Anticipation builds - skin still buzzing, flush with passion. I'm being sat down on a chair - on the edge of chair - cushions or pillows positioned so my behind is resting on the edge. My hands are drawn behind me and brought together - more ribbon wrapped around my wrists. It's not right, I am in control - I can stop this at any time. But why should I - this is what I crave - mysterious and unexpected but wanting to know more. The chair is tipped backwards - it's resting on the bed - my head is in a pillow - it's like a dentists chair. But Gravity is parting my thighs - my moistness pressing against my knickers. I can feel his breath now on the inside of my thigh - warm hands rubbing my blushing skin. The lips are moving up towards me and the hands are easing off my panties - was that an inadvertent brush against me - was it intentional - who cares, I love the feel of my body quivering. The warm breath gets closer to where I hope it's going - I think I am going to enjoy this .....
Chairs, especially ones in hotel rooms, will never be the same - I wonder what he makes of desks? |
