"When you are pulling against the restraints… when your back is arched and your hips are writhing… when your mouth is open in a silent scream of tortured rapture… you will know that my work has begun".
Behind the blindfold, you don’t see figures, skin, movement. All your mind’s eye can comprehend is pleasure; the way your clitoris flickers back and forth as a tongue lashes against it, the way your pussy juices trail down the petals of your sex.
Together they devote themselves to bringing you to the pinnacles of pleasure, to smother you in your deepest fantasy. Your chest fondled, the sweet spot of the nape of your neck nibbled on, all while another mouth relishes in the sensitivity of your pussy.
Once the blindfold is off, you take pleasure in seeing them explore you so intently, seeing the joy in their eyes every time their fingertips and mouths makes you squirm. Feeling fingers inside you, feeling your clitoris being stroked and knowing your sex is being watched so closely would alone be enough to tip you over the brink. Having lips locking around your own as you moan into them is what throws you over that cliff into pure orgasmic bliss.
They had been waiting so patiently for this… to have her all alone; she knew it was coming, she fantasised about it, craved it, yet it was still a surprise when they did finally make their move.
It was the perfect opportunity, secluded in the holiday resort with the object of their desires. She had given them more than one hint that she was curious.
She had, however, not quite expected them to restrain her once she woke. Even though sleeping naked made it clear she was welcoming it, the feeling of being helpless was quite intense, particularly with knowing that they had been yearning for the opportunity to show her the joys women could give for a very long time. There was no teasing, no gentle introduction, they simply pounced on her at this opportunity and had their way with her, their intentions quite clear – to make her come harder than ever before.
The feeling of those slender fingers exploring her, caressing her swollen jewel, made her shake in anticipation, feeling as if they knew her body better than any previous lover ever could.
The first orgasm hit hard and fast, she was still swimming in the abyss of pleasure before realising that her legs were being tied; now even her own legs were under their control. The sensation of that initial hard penetration took her breath away, yet there was no place to cower or hide, she was open and at their mercy. No matter how much she shook, convulsed in orgasmic tidal waves and screamed out, they were not going to stop.