In an open room

I can not see. I can only feel. It seems more than real. Every touch is electric. Every kiss is soft as a feather.

My hands are bound. I can not move. I am at the mercy of you. Please be sweet. Please be rough. I felt you leave, where did you go? I feel anticipation down to my toes. What comes next, I do not know. I can feel your stare. I am nervous laying here bare.

But next thing I know, here you are. You kiss my neck and touch my flesh. I can feel a pounding in my chest and a shiver down my spine. You are taking your time. This is torture. This is insane. These sensations are racking my brain. My hips are moving, my legs are shaking. Why must you do me this way? When I get free I will make you pay. I’m begging you, what do you want me to say?

Then all at once, everything stills and I get what I want. In that moment, I am at your will. Together we move all as one. One by one I feel a small explosion until I erupt. In this moment I am stuck. I fall to pieces, floating away. In euphoria, here I lay.



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