A blindfold tied carefully into place. Not too tight, secure enough to hold, no matter what.
Led forward through the darkness, into.
Warm room.
Sultry music.
A blend of scents: perfume, sandalwood, aftershave.
Her husband’s hands drawing down the zip on her dress, slipping it from her shoulders.
The noise her dress makes as it falls the length of her body to the floor.
Standing in this room, abruptly naked, save for the ankle boots and the sheer black stockings. Knowing that her body is being studied, admired, lusted for.
A sound of footsteps approaching.
The soft, warm touch of a stranger’s hand - wait, more than one? More than one stranger? - on her shoulder, her arm, her breasts, her thighs.
Led forward again, helped to sit, pressed gently back against a warm, soft couch.
The thrilling aroma of fresh cock, somewhere close to her face.
The scent of raw sex seeping from between her trembling thighs.
Her mouth opens, lips parting to welcome the stranger’s smooth cockhead, mouth watering as her tongue finds rigid flesh.
Hands - many hands - stroke her body in endless waves.
Mouths tease her hard nipples.
A soft, clever tongue caresses her aching clitoris.
The sudden gasp of a woman’s pleasure.
Her gasp.
Her pleasure.
A throbbing cockhead rubs against the opening of her soaking cunt.
“Yes,” she sighs, accepting it inside herself, accepting her desires.
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I didn’t breathe from the time that she heard footsteps until I read to the end. How did you know?
I read and re-read and each time when I reach the end I realize suddenly that my body is doing something more sesuous each time. First just the touch of my fingers to my arm, then my thighs moving tightly together, then my breasts pressing against…
Oh, sigh…
It’s the most wonderful complement when a woman tells me that something I’ve written has connected with one of her favourite fantasies. The only way that complement can be improved on is when she reveals that it stirred her desire, made it physical. Thank you for sharing that with me…
~EA
And with an entirely different tone: Is that Bridget Fonda?
I’m fairly certain that it isn’t. However, I stand ready to be corrected…
~EA
i love to be blindfolded….the thought of hands, many hands, hoovering over you not knowing where they are going to touch first…just make you tingle all over ! i would gasp with pleasure too……..
I’m sure you would gasp with pleasure, Kimmie. Over and over and over again…
~EA