Exploring you…

A soft crimson flush bloosomed on your cheeks when your eyes were blindfolded, and yours hands and feet were bound to the bed…

Your breathing, laboured yet soft with anticipation of each sensation that you would potentially experience…

The delicate arch of your slender spine, your sensual neck, as the drops of melting ice spotted your supple skin…

The taste of your essence on my lips…

The heat emmanating from your body, glistening with sweat as I breath hotter little breaths against your skin, licked and nipped at deliciously sensetive spots – increasing your arousal…

Your lips parting sensuously, breath hitching when you found a touch, or feel especially enticing…

All this time I have cajoled you with stories of what I would do to you…

Finally, your cries of release fills the room, as I find a profound joy, supping on the amazing, unbridled passion of exploring you…

The End
Wild Storm