All in life is about sex, except for sex. Sex is about power. Oscar Wilde
My conditions are as follows: I don't want to see your face at any moment, neither before nor after and especially not during. You will treat me like a thing, like a toy, I won't have a name or nickname, not even this nick. I don't want to hear a single word coming out of your mouth, nothing that could help me recognize you, I just want you to use me like a doll. You can do with me whatever you want, whatever comes to mind...but the only thing I ask is that you follow these rulesI re-read the chat several times, I didn't know exactly what was going to happen but that was the game I had proposed. According to our agreement, I sat on the bench in the square and exactly at the agreed-upon time, I closed my eyes and waited. The minutes ticked slowly by, the sensation of being watched increased with the rhythm of tic-tac, I was startled suddenly by the feeling of someone sitting down beside me, I could only feel a breath and the sound of keys, I begged you to be really there and not some crazy person who would ruin our afternoon.
You grasped my arm firmly and stood me up, we walked a few meters until the car, holding onto me, helped me get in, searched for the seatbelt by touch and found it, your soft kiss invaded my mouth, and we drove off to I don't know where, towards my desires.
The journey was really long for my anxiety, I felt my heart beating strongly, something related to your silence and my blindness made me not move, almost like a doll but with my senses alert.
At each stop, I waited for your hands to touch me, for you to repeat the welcoming kiss, for you to do something, but obviously you were well-disposed to continue the game, ignoring me.
My desire, my thoughts galloped, the need for physical contact increased inside me, I supposed that they would work like a call and that you would finally touch me.
I don't know if my perception was wrong or if your hands were really the ones that occasionally ran over my body, I felt excited, fierce, reclined a little in the seat and opened my legs, waiting to feel you, calling out for you silently.
We stopped and I heard a faint creaking sound that I imagined was a gate opening and closing.
You made me get out of the car and took off my shoes, I felt the cold floor of the tiles and some steps later the softness of the grass. The sun was still shining, I could feel its warmth on my skin.
I stood up in what I supposed was a garden, I could smell the plants and a pleasant humidity. caressed my feet. You approached me and barely touched my neck to remove the sun hat that fell to the floor, just like the rest of my clothes followed, I don't know how you managed to take them off without hardly touching me: I shuddered at each touch of your fingertips, your paused breathing was a blast of fire that made my pores stand on end. I wanted to break the terms of the agreement, tear off the blindfold and make you talk to me, invade me, take me with force, your finger on my lips indicated silence, that I should continue playing. As I could, I managed to lick it so you would be a little inside me, but you only let me do it for a few moments before leaving. I waited for something to happen, I was a bit confused, feeling a growing fever from your challenge, from ignoring me when what I had sought was to surrender... a warm breeze rose that increased my heat. I got down on my knees and searched for the coolness of the grass, found my knees, slightly apart, felt my palms moving in circles, rising and falling along my legs, hips, prolonged everything I could on my skin, didn't want to give up and be seen defeated so soon. I felt your steps near, thought I had succeeded, that you were coming for me, but no, I guessed you were sitting in front of me, just observing, that was your participation in the game. Giving you as the winner, I didn't stop, barely parted my lips with two fingers and the warm breeze blew on my clitoris, exposed like this it became the center of my world at that moment, growing and becoming uncontrollable my need to enclose it between my fingers and end the torture of not feeling you, resisted playing a little with my lips, moist, longing. I begged not to beg you, almost lost in a trance. Caused me to fall face down completely exhausted before your eyes, shuddered when you lifted me up a few minutes later, dressed me and only took consciousness that we were back in the car when I heard your voice asking me where I wanted to leave.
19 comentários - Juego de poder
Excelente trabajo mi Lady...FELICITACIONES querida amiga!! 👏👏
Besos 💋 +10
(anda sin espuelas, ¿no?)
Erotismo de alto nivel en estado puro !!
Gran relato hermosa !
Puntines y Reco !!!
Debe decir que el punto de partida que eligió es de gran calentura, el tema de las reglas y demas, muy excitante, al menos para mi.
Debería escribir un relato-réplica jajajajajajajajaaja
Sos una fucking genius!
Reina Querida!!
dale escribilo por favor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
besos Birreina