is sweeter than any fruit.”
I heard him eat the fruit and pictured the dark pink juices staining his soft lips. When he bent down to kiss me, I could taste myself and the fruit, and also something earthy, something basic, an indescribable taste that was the essence of Jamie himself. Our kisses grew more urgent as he lay on top of me, and the sounds of zippers and fumbling denim told me that finally Jamie was going to get naked, like me. If I couldn’t see him, feeling his body on mine would be the next best thing. I felt soft cotton brush my face as he lifted his T-shirt over his head, and then he pressed his lean hips into mine as he wriggled out of his jeans. He was naked now, his body skimming mine, his expanding dick lying against my thigh.
“I wish I could see you,” I wailed, frustrated.
“But you always look at me. This is the only way I get to look at you. I’m looking at you now,” he said, his voice low and punctuated by deep breaths. “Your long legs, which you spread for me. I adore the freckles you have on your collarbone. Your pillowy tits, which I love so much.” As Jamie described each erogenous zone, my skin sang with pleasure as though he were touching me with hands, not words. Beneath my blindfold, the world was black, but Jamie’s descriptions were so detailed that, for the first time, I thought about my body, not his, and it was the sexiest thing ever. “Your tits are just the right size. I can fit one in each hand,” he said, and put his hands over my breasts. I sighed with pleasure. “I love the fact that your nipples are pink and not brown like mine.” He continued talking in that sexy, rumbling voice, trailing a hand down my breasts, over my belly, past my bush, and finally using a thumb and forefinger to part my pussy lips and expose my clit. “I love the fact that you’re pink down here, too. I adore the way you shave your whole pussy, so that I can see the skin below. I love the shape of your cunt, your soft labia, and I love your clit. It’s so tiny and pretty. Best of all I love to lick it and rub it and play with it until I make you come. And when you do come, I love what happens to your face. You go all pink and pretty, and you look so soft and sweet.”
There was the sound of more rustling as Jamie pulled something else from the dark blue paper bag that had contained the blindfold. I heard a click and then a whir, the unmistakable sound of a vibrator being switched on. My clit throbbed in anticipation. Before I met Jamie, I was addicted to my vibrator, but I hadn’t used it since I met him. As he placed the soft, buzzing rubber against my nipples, I realized how much I’d missed using sex toys—I guess that Jamie had become my plaything. I felt my nipples respond to the vibrations, growing harder and bigger until the stimulation was almost too intense and I begged Jamie to stop.
“Oh, I wish you could see your tits now,” he said. “Your nipples are dark pink and swollen. They look like rosebuds, they’re beautiful . . .” and then his soft wet mouth was on my breast, his tongue and lips soothing the tingling skin.
He worked his way down the length of my body with the vibrator, swirling it around on my inner arms and my belly before holding it still on my inner thighs, where it was close enough to my clit to make it thrum and throb but not close enough to give me the intense stimulation I needed to get me off. He ran the vibrator along my pussy lips, probing my slit with the tip of the toy, slowly inserting it so that I cried out with pleasure. He removed it equally slowly, parted my thighs a little farther, and placed the vibrator against my asshole. I’d never been touched there before, not even by my beautiful Jamie, let alone with a vibrator, and the feeling was so intense that I let out a strange, feral yowl of desire.
“I think you’re ready for me,” announced Jamie, and, leaving the vibrator buzzing against my ass, he speared me with his dick. Every
I heard him eat the fruit and pictured the dark pink juices staining his soft lips. When he bent down to kiss me, I could taste myself and the fruit, and also something earthy, something basic, an indescribable taste that was the essence of Jamie himself. Our kisses grew more urgent as he lay on top of me, and the sounds of zippers and fumbling denim told me that finally Jamie was going to get naked, like me. If I couldn’t see him, feeling his body on mine would be the next best thing. I felt soft cotton brush my face as he lifted his T-shirt over his head, and then he pressed his lean hips into mine as he wriggled out of his jeans. He was naked now, his body skimming mine, his expanding dick lying against my thigh.
“I wish I could see you,” I wailed, frustrated.
“But you always look at me. This is the only way I get to look at you. I’m looking at you now,” he said, his voice low and punctuated by deep breaths. “Your long legs, which you spread for me. I adore the freckles you have on your collarbone. Your pillowy tits, which I love so much.” As Jamie described each erogenous zone, my skin sang with pleasure as though he were touching me with hands, not words. Beneath my blindfold, the world was black, but Jamie’s descriptions were so detailed that, for the first time, I thought about my body, not his, and it was the sexiest thing ever. “Your tits are just the right size. I can fit one in each hand,” he said, and put his hands over my breasts. I sighed with pleasure. “I love the fact that your nipples are pink and not brown like mine.” He continued talking in that sexy, rumbling voice, trailing a hand down my breasts, over my belly, past my bush, and finally using a thumb and forefinger to part my pussy lips and expose my clit. “I love the fact that you’re pink down here, too. I adore the way you shave your whole pussy, so that I can see the skin below. I love the shape of your cunt, your soft labia, and I love your clit. It’s so tiny and pretty. Best of all I love to lick it and rub it and play with it until I make you come. And when you do come, I love what happens to your face. You go all pink and pretty, and you look so soft and sweet.”
There was the sound of more rustling as Jamie pulled something else from the dark blue paper bag that had contained the blindfold. I heard a click and then a whir, the unmistakable sound of a vibrator being switched on. My clit throbbed in anticipation. Before I met Jamie, I was addicted to my vibrator, but I hadn’t used it since I met him. As he placed the soft, buzzing rubber against my nipples, I realized how much I’d missed using sex toys—I guess that Jamie had become my plaything. I felt my nipples respond to the vibrations, growing harder and bigger until the stimulation was almost too intense and I begged Jamie to stop.
“Oh, I wish you could see your tits now,” he said. “Your nipples are dark pink and swollen. They look like rosebuds, they’re beautiful . . .” and then his soft wet mouth was on my breast, his tongue and lips soothing the tingling skin.
He worked his way down the length of my body with the vibrator, swirling it around on my inner arms and my belly before holding it still on my inner thighs, where it was close enough to my clit to make it thrum and throb but not close enough to give me the intense stimulation I needed to get me off. He ran the vibrator along my pussy lips, probing my slit with the tip of the toy, slowly inserting it so that I cried out with pleasure. He removed it equally slowly, parted my thighs a little farther, and placed the vibrator against my asshole. I’d never been touched there before, not even by my beautiful Jamie, let alone with a vibrator, and the feeling was so intense that I let out a strange, feral yowl of desire.
“I think you’re ready for me,” announced Jamie, and, leaving the vibrator buzzing against my ass, he speared me with his dick. Every
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