This Sort of Thing

"I love the way you respond to slow caresses; to being touched by my hands and lips. Up along your arms, over your shoulders, sliding across your jaw and cheek, down your back, and over your thighs and rump finishing with the lightest of lingering kisses on your lips. I give as good as I get. I want your entire body to sing. I want your blood to soar. I want your very soul to disintegrate in passion."

"Blindfolded, shackled, and kneeling before Her; She caresses your cheek. Her scent wafts over you as She passes by in front of you. A new scent comes to you and a woman’s mons is pressed to your lips. You eagerly tease her clitoris with your lips and tongue servicing her and drinking deeply as she comes into your waiting mouth. You suck up every drop and lick her inner thighs clean before she too moves on. Another places her hand on the back of your neck and guides your mouth to her vagina. Indistinct murmurs of approval as heard as you repeat your excellent service. The ladies pass in rotation again and again and you grow more frustrated at not being able to use your hands, at not being able to witness the pleasure you give, at having only to hear and taste their enjoyment. You grow stiff from kneeling and begin to ache. You want to come but mustn’t. You want to come but mustn’t. You want to come but mustn’t. But your boy betrays you and your semen hits the floor. You wait for your punishment. What is it to be? But only silence greets you. You have been left alone in your immobile darkness unable to do anything but remain as you are. Until She comes. If She comes. Your muscles quiver and shake in their pain. You dare not call out for Her. How long will you wait? How long has it been? In darkness, in pain, you wait. You wait. You hurt. You wait. You are in agony. She comes. You hear her footsteps softly approaching. You may neither beg nor plead. You may only accept. The shackles are removed. She helps you rise and guides you to a chair. She removes your blindfold and gently kisses the hair on the top of your head. You are released. She hugs you with all of Her might and smiles, saying “Thank you, darling.”

"Last night the silken slow sliding down your body finding that which made you quiver and catch your breath in delight slow very slowly twining around your shoulders your waist your loins feeling you against my cheek your skin and fur on my skin until I too quiver and burn with a predatory desire kissing caressing licking hearing your pleasure the black leather cuffs on your wrists the strap around the bedpost restraining your arms kissing up and along nuzzling enjoying you purrrrrrrrrrrrr bless and be blessed."