Submitted by megan on Wed, 06/23/2010 - 21:17
Before you blindfolded me, you made me hold my ears open while you gently inserted the plugs. I watched the planes of your face harden as the sound of my blood grew loud. Then only air and the press of your palms as you moved me.
Now I can only go with what my skin tells me. Sparks and whispers.
I am kneeling in the middle of the room. You are close, the dense air against my chest tells that story. Nothing for seconds, just the room's slow spin with me at its centre.
Then a nudge at my lips, a gentle pushing open. Too thick for your fingers. The rubbery head of your cock. I open wide, my teeth slide over the smooth wet ridge.