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By *ll of me OP Couple
over a year ago
whittlesey |
You lounge there in your silk gown; a soft breeze comes in through the window. A hint of freshly cut grass from the other side of the valley, you think of what happened last night and rye smile cuts across your face. The music is playing in the back ground you know it to be Rachel’s song from the Blade Runner, it carries you away in to a dream like state, you close your eyes and the smooth taste of the chilled white wine, and the light fragrance from the glass fill your senses to overload. Your gown slips away and exposes your tanned legs. You cover them up feeling like you are being watched, but you look around and see nothing. Again relaxing, you take another sip from the glass. You drop the glass from your hand and the chilled wine soaks through your gown and you can feel the wine rolling down over your breasts, the ice cold wine makes your nipples stand proud, the wet silk now clings to your body showing the contours of your breast and you feel your stiff nipples through the silk, you mindlessly start pinching them and rolling the between you thumb and forefinger. You look down and look at your cleavage, and pull away your damp gown, with both hands you cup both of your breasts and push them together wishing you had you man there now.
The window slams shut and you look around, breathing hard now, a hand grabs you and slowly pushes you back in to the leather chair, you look up just before the blind fold is placed over your head and your eyes look in to his for just a split second, knowing that you are in safe hands, you let yourself go. Seeing nothing the sounds become concentrated. Your breathing is heavy and your heart is beating loudly, you feel some thing touching your head and you start to twist but you are held still, powerful arms now hold you. Now you have lost sounds. Nothing your world in now black and silent, you think of what may happen. Trying to find out some thing the smell of the white wine comes flooding back to you, then a cold splash hits your body and again you jump. Feeling very excited you open your mouth and the chilled wine is dripped on to your lips, drinking in the sweet-scented wine.
Your gown is pulled away from your body, exposing all of you to me. You are lifted from the chair and placed on the floor you feel a fur on your back, its cool but you feel a warm sensation growing between your legs, a click some white noise then soft sounds envelopes you.
A hand gets hold of your arm and pulls it away and you feel some thing going around your wrist, and then you feel both your arms and legs being pulled apart just on the point that you feel that it will not stop, the bottle is pressed to you lips and your mouth opens and the wine flows in to you.
You lay there alone and with the sounds of surf playing in your head, wondering what is going on. Then another smell you can’t place it at first, but the tips just touch you nose and you know it is the dozen long steamed red roses that you place on the table early. The smell is intoxicating then they are removed from you, they are placed on your breasts the petals just lightly rubbing over you, down between your breasts and over your stomach, down slowly down they are pulled; now going over to the right and down your thigh, passed you knee rolling over your foot and coming up inside your leg towards your soft moist lips. They go passed and come up your body to your breasts and those long stiff nipples, you feel the petals so softly touching your body. Then they are place on your chest and slowly one by one they are pulled off down your body, the leaves, petals rolling around as they are separated from the bunch, as they are pulled down off your body the small thorns catch on your skin, snagging your skin and feeling like small needles where being pressed in to your soft breasts, you try to move away but you are held still, the rose stems are pulled all the way down your body to your moist lips the petals are rubbed over your lips and the petals are placed near your face and you can feel some one licking you and the petals, the heady aroma for the roses and your juices mixed together, you shudder as your are touched by a finger on your lips, you come as the finger penetrates you.
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