by Nina Bingham
(11/12/08)
You could call her a little bit on the shy side. This lovely little Italian woman I've come to know. What initially caught my attention was the way she looked in her low cut blouse. Okay...so I'm a sucker for cleavage, I make no bones about it. I like women overtly sexy, and unafraid of their sexuality. To a person such as myself, living in fear is merely an excuse for not living. What held my interest for so many years with this woman was an undefined sense of something more. You know...still waters run deep. For months I was just a voice on a phone, words on a page in erotic e-mails. But once we had met I knew surging within her there was wondrous passion. Let us suffice to say, offer someone the sweetness of their hidden desire and more often than not they shall succumb to themselves.
She is bound now before me, spread eagle in my bed face down. Two pillows delicately placed under her hips raise her dripping pussy and vulnerable ass to my mercy. A small sound comes from her mouth as she feels the warm oil fall to her skin. Yes...I'm going to massage her. I want her to feel how helpless she is. To savor the sensations of being bound, and blindfolded. The scent of almonds rises up from her skin to fill the room. My hands dance, a slow sensual sway upon her shoulders. I can feel each muscle relax as I work her. Her hair is a chestnut brown, the ends now lightly coated in almond oil.
Deliberately, I move down her back and then return up her spine. Each trip I purposely manipulate each vertebrae. At this moment I imagine I'm a concert pianist, and she is my baby grand. Her breath deepens with a throaty rasp. All the energy from this sensual torture has nowhere to go. She can't move, therefore it builds in the body...this is the great secret of this type of bondage: every stroke is magnified. A simple shiver becomes a convulsion, and an orgasm becomes a leap to another world.
It's been about fifteen minutes and my hands slide down her supple and thick waist and hips. I begin kneading her ass and thighs. The moons bobble to my hand rhythm. There is a muffled groan as I work the inner thighs. I stroke, all the way up just short of her beautiful cunt. I squeeze hard, I squeeze soft, her body responds. A small wet spot has formed on the pillow. Her pussy, now churning, is squirting out its juice. My victim undulates, pussy muscles clenching as she tries to ease the sweet agony. She is now besieged by the forces of desire. If I hadn't told her not to speak, I'm sure she would beg. She would lay herself at my feet, offering herself up for my enjoyment, my demands. Her most private parts open, penetrable to my whims. But, right now, there will be no such release.
I reach up, unhook her wrist cuffs from the lines at each bedpost. Then crossing one arm over the other, I re-attach them to the opposite posts. Gentle moans of discomfort filter through her as I undo her legs. Firmly I grasp each ankle, then I cross her legs the same way as her arms forcing her to roll over on to her back. Quickly, I return her legs to their previously bound state and adjust her arms. Now she is on her back, restrained spread eagle face up.
Warm almond oil drips from my hands onto her chest. I once again begin my ministrations. My hands dance sensually over her skin, lingering to flirt with her breasts and nipples. I lower my head and take a hardened nipple into my mouth. Hot lips grab hold of little rocks which are then sucked into my mouth. I swirl my tongue, up and down and from side to side. First one nipple, then the other.
Her hips gyrate, her ass grinds into the bed. Sounds of lust drift up into the room. My hand moves down her body and then to her feet. From there I once again return to her inner thighs. The dark V of her pussy hair is wet from her own dew. Beneath her ass a wet spot grows, a testament to her raging lust. I graze my fingers across her moist pussy lips. Her hips suddenly fly up to greet my hand and attempt a rocking motion. Her cries of desperation are urgent as she tries to fuck my fingers. I turn my hand over and gaze at my slick finger tips. She is so wet now that "wet" is an understatement. Lowering my hand I toy with her. Her hips jump and gyrate as much as anyone can while tied spread eagle to a bed. This now wanton Italian woman grunts from the effort of fucking my hand with her slick pussy. Up and down, she frantically rubs herself against my outstretched fingers. The tone and pitch of her muffled cries gets higher and higher. The movements of her hips more urgent. Until finally she reaches the edge...and I pull my hand away.
She growls in frustration, as her pussy does a lonely prance of unfulfilled lust. Her eyes are now intense and demanding as she locks her gaze into mine. I scoop my hands under her ass and use my elbows to lock her legs open. My tongue flicks across her clit. Her hips jump off the bed, trying to shove her pussy into my mouth. My lips close around her clit and I suck it gently. At the same time, I flick the tip of my tongue up and down; then side to side. Her body shakes, shivers and her head rolls back and forth. Animal sounds float from her; long denied as my lips and tongue massage her swollen lips.
I can feel the muscles in her legs tense as she is getting ready to cum. Pulling my hands out from under her ass I suddenly climb on top of her and with a single stroke enter her hot gushing pussy with her weapon of choice. She bucks like a wild Italian mare, her hips grinding. I pump her hard and fast finally giving her what she wants. Sounds of frantic lust vibrate off of the walls as the bed creaks under the strain of our love dance. If this was a ballroom, we would not be waltzing to Mozart...we'd be slam dancing to Billy Idol.
With a final jerk and a muffled scream she comes hard and long. Muscles spasm, then contort in ecstasy. Reaching up I undo her restraints so she can breathe. She gasps for air as I frantically slide the dildo deep inside of me. She's through the pleasure barrier now, rolling her tongue over my breasts as I utter obscenities into her ear over and over. She slides her fingers down to her pussy. Once again her body jerks, this time she cries out as she cums again, then falls back to the sheets. Moments later I blast myself off. I'm amazed at how hungry we both were; starving souls.
I lie on my left side, close to her after completely unfettering her from the bed. My right hand plays in the warm gooey wetness of her womanhood.
"Well," I ask her. "What do you think?"
"Like being your slave...very different."
I let my fingers travel down to her ass and begin to play. She reaches down and playfully slaps my hand away.
"You can have that next time," she scolds me. I smile...and look forward to the future.
