hair on his rich, luxuriant bush tickled and teased the bare skin on my own pudenda, and the base of his cock finally gave my clit the friction I’d been craving all along. I could smell my pussy juices mingling with his primal scent, my perception of it heightened in my blindfolded state. He pounded away, each thrust intensified by the vibrator probing and teasing my ass, as I felt the first unmistakable pre-orgasmic contractions ripple through my body. It was going to be huge, I thought: the strongest, most amazing orgasm I’d ever had. I let my flesh go limp in anticipation of my climax, but Jamie stopped suddenly.
“I’m going to untie you now,” he said, “but only if you promise to keep the blindfold on.” I nodded my assent; I was so desperate for an orgasm I’d have agreed to keep the blindfold on for the rest of my life if he would only allow me to come in the next few minutes. Jamie tugged at the stockings that bound me to the sofa more urgently than when he’d tied me up, obviously as eager as I was to resume fucking, to chase that climax. The blood pumped back into my newly freed hands and feet, sending a tingling numbness along my limbs. Jamie placed his hands around my waist—why had I never noticed before how large his hands were, how dry and papery and soft they felt against my skin? He flipped my yearning body over so that I was on all fours.
With his hairy knee between my smooth thighs again, he parted my legs, used his fingers to find my hole, and pulled apart my quivering cunt before poking it with the tip of his dick. He was inside me then, fucking me eagerly from behind, with one hand on my hips to steady me and his smooth long dick probing the entire length of my dripping pussy. With his free hand, he placed the vibrator directly on my clitoris, and I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer. The limbs that had been numb now flooded with feeling as the tension crept up and then erupted as I came. My pussy contracted and released in four or five hot, intense waves, my cunt clutching at Jamie’s dick. I remained blindfolded and crouched on all fours as tiny spasms gripped my pelvis, the aftershock of my climax. Jamie whipped his dick out and came into the air, his warm, white liquid raining down on my ass.
He used strong, flat hands to massage his juice into the small of my back. Then, with his thumb, Jamie followed a tiny dribble that ran down the crack between my butt cheeks, making tiny circles and rubbing his spunk into my asshole, creating a sensation that left me breathless.
As I lay there in the darkness, it occurred to me that I’d been so turned on by the way Jamie tasted, smelled, sounded, and felt, that I hadn’t thought about what he looked like the whole time we’d been fucking. I felt a new respect for my beautiful lover, who had proved with his passion and imagination that he was more, so much more, than a pretty face. I felt tender, deft fingers untying the blindfold that I had been wearing. I realized it had grown dark outside while we were fucking. I blinked for a few seconds, my eyes adapting to the soft light that came from the dying embers of the fire. When I rolled over to face Jamie, I could only vaguely make out the contours of his body, silhouetted by the glow. The details of his physique that drove me crazy—the line of hair between his navel and his dick, the color of his nipples, the veins on his arms, the dimple on his left cheek—none of these were visible. I didn’t mind a bit.
“Want me to put the light on, baby?” he asked as he ran a finger from my breast to my thigh. I could barely see him, but to me he had never looked more beautiful.
RUMBLE IN THE JUNGLE
One of the most persistent sex myths is that a hot fuck needs to be with someone you love or, at the very least, someone you like. Sometimes, a little tension and antagonism between two people can fan the flames of a fire that burns hotter than any romance. Hell, I’ve had some of the best sex
“I’m going to untie you now,” he said, “but only if you promise to keep the blindfold on.” I nodded my assent; I was so desperate for an orgasm I’d have agreed to keep the blindfold on for the rest of my life if he would only allow me to come in the next few minutes. Jamie tugged at the stockings that bound me to the sofa more urgently than when he’d tied me up, obviously as eager as I was to resume fucking, to chase that climax. The blood pumped back into my newly freed hands and feet, sending a tingling numbness along my limbs. Jamie placed his hands around my waist—why had I never noticed before how large his hands were, how dry and papery and soft they felt against my skin? He flipped my yearning body over so that I was on all fours.
With his hairy knee between my smooth thighs again, he parted my legs, used his fingers to find my hole, and pulled apart my quivering cunt before poking it with the tip of his dick. He was inside me then, fucking me eagerly from behind, with one hand on my hips to steady me and his smooth long dick probing the entire length of my dripping pussy. With his free hand, he placed the vibrator directly on my clitoris, and I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer. The limbs that had been numb now flooded with feeling as the tension crept up and then erupted as I came. My pussy contracted and released in four or five hot, intense waves, my cunt clutching at Jamie’s dick. I remained blindfolded and crouched on all fours as tiny spasms gripped my pelvis, the aftershock of my climax. Jamie whipped his dick out and came into the air, his warm, white liquid raining down on my ass.
He used strong, flat hands to massage his juice into the small of my back. Then, with his thumb, Jamie followed a tiny dribble that ran down the crack between my butt cheeks, making tiny circles and rubbing his spunk into my asshole, creating a sensation that left me breathless.
As I lay there in the darkness, it occurred to me that I’d been so turned on by the way Jamie tasted, smelled, sounded, and felt, that I hadn’t thought about what he looked like the whole time we’d been fucking. I felt a new respect for my beautiful lover, who had proved with his passion and imagination that he was more, so much more, than a pretty face. I felt tender, deft fingers untying the blindfold that I had been wearing. I realized it had grown dark outside while we were fucking. I blinked for a few seconds, my eyes adapting to the soft light that came from the dying embers of the fire. When I rolled over to face Jamie, I could only vaguely make out the contours of his body, silhouetted by the glow. The details of his physique that drove me crazy—the line of hair between his navel and his dick, the color of his nipples, the veins on his arms, the dimple on his left cheek—none of these were visible. I didn’t mind a bit.
“Want me to put the light on, baby?” he asked as he ran a finger from my breast to my thigh. I could barely see him, but to me he had never looked more beautiful.
RUMBLE IN THE JUNGLE
One of the most persistent sex myths is that a hot fuck needs to be with someone you love or, at the very least, someone you like. Sometimes, a little tension and antagonism between two people can fan the flames of a fire that burns hotter than any romance. Hell, I’ve had some of the best sex
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