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Fantasy of the Month 1 (S&M)
21 September 1993 I awoke, lying on my back. My arms and legs were stretched out in a cross-shape, and I could feel restraints at my wrists and ankles - the fur-lined leather cuffs, from the feel. The blindfold that we'd got from the Ansett courtesy bag was firmly in place, and no amount of wiggling or nose-wrinkling would displace it. Cold air stroked my body as she drew the blankets off me. She crawled up over my legs, running her nails over my ribs and down my side. I said nothing, wondering what she could possibly have in mind that required my restraint. Humming to herself, she pinched my nipples gently, knowing full well the effect it would have on me. When she noted the inevitable response, she laughed softly and grabbed my erection, massaging some sort of creme around the head and down the shaft. I moaned and was rewarded (or punished) with a slightly stronger pinch of the nipples. I knew enough to remain quiet after that; we'd played this game before. As she continued massaging, I stretched, testing the restraints. They were securely fastened to the legs of the bed, with perhaps an inch or two of give; almost enough for me to be able to bring my knees together, but not quite. She stood up on the bed and stepped over my arms. Steadying herself against the wall behind the head of the bed, she slipped her legs underneath my shoulders and knelt on the pillow. She then reached down and lifted my head until my nose was nestled in her pubic hair. I brushed my lips against hers, overwhelmed by the scent of her arousal; she pushed her labia apart with two fingers and I tentatively extended my tongue until it encountered warm, wet flesh. I knew she wanted this; she grasped my head with both hands and, angling her hips forward, practically shoved my mouth against her. She ground her pelvis in slow, sensuous circles as I applied my tongue and lips, nibbling the small nub of heated flesh that nestled between the upper folds; I knew she couldn't take much of this ... Abruptly, she disentangled her legs from around my stretched-out arms, and kneeled over my hips, her knees grasping my ribs firmly; then she lowered herself back slightly, sliding down onto me, her tight anus slipping over the head of my penis hesitantly. Slowly, carefully, she pushed against me, one hand steadying herself; I could imagine where the other hand was, from the barely-restrained gasps which I was hearing. She shoved down hard, giving voice to a moan of pleasure, contracting tight around me. She began moving back and forth slowly, easing me in and out of her a fraction with each shift, oblivious of what this was doing to me, completely focused on her own pleasure, using me as her toy, her plaything. As she approached climax, she began moving more vigorously, sitting astride me, riding me, both of her hands busy, her gasps taking on a ragged tone, losing control until she lost it completely and shoved down again, her knees clutching my hips convulsively, her body shaking wildly. Helpless, I lay there, feeling every spasm, every squeeze, every involuntary pulse; my climax overtook me as suddenly as hers, my hips bucking, lifting her off the bed. She lay over my sweating body, her breath hot against my neck. She lifted one side of the blindfold and murmured, "Good morning, my love." |
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