First, you undress for me. You ponder what I am going to do, your body throbs with desire.
I blindfold you. You hear me moving around the room, your anticipation abounds.
I kiss you on the lips. The touch fuels your burning need, your desire compounded.
The gag replaces my lips.
Sudden recognition of what was now buckled snugly, a nervousness burgeoning within.
I take your hands in mine, kissing your forehead. A relaxing exhalation, shifting slightly, wet folds sliding.
Both hands together, I lovingly bind them. Goosebumps swell, your skin set aflame.
“You’re mine,” I whisper into your ear.
