This is a chain letter me and a friend wrote over the course of a few days. We both wrote from our own perspective, so the "I" changes at each break.
"Sweetheart, I'm here," I say as I walk in the door. I set my things down and wander from room to room looking for you. I can hear music playing from the bathroom and assume that you'res in the shower. Quickly I strip all my clothes off and slip in the bathroom and sneak into the shower. You have your head under the water, rinsing your hair out. I reach over and start help to rinse the soap from your hair and you jump at my touch. "Hi babe" I whisper in your ear and let my hands run down your body. "You scared me," you say, with a huge smile on your face. I grab the body wash and begin lathering your body. It's just an excuse to touch you all over. My hands glide across your skin and I kiss your neck. You can feel my breast press against your skin as I move closer to you. My hands still roaming your body, over your breasts, down your stomach. Back up and down each arm, I move away from you just enough to wash your back. My hands drop down and lather your sexy ass too. Rinse I say and you turn around. Allowing me to see a full view of your amazing body. Again i touch your breasts, focusing on each nipple for just a moment. Lean my head down and suckle one, flicking my tongue over it untill I feel it stiffen in my mouth and then I do it again to the other. While my mouth is on your breasts my hands slips down to the apex of your legs and I allow one finger to slip in between the folds of your lips. I find your clit and gently run it untill I hear you moan. "Are you done here?” I ask. You reach and turn off the water and i wrap a big fluffy towel around you.
I lead you to the bedroom, dry you off and lay you down. I walk across the room and light the 3 candles set out on the dresser. Walking back to the bed I admire you there. So sweet, so full of want, I can see it in your eyes. I lay down next to you and softly kiss you. Gently but fully. Our tongues dance together. Again my hand roams your body stopping in the most sensitive places for just an extra second. Down, down again to your apex, in between the folds that hide the warmth that I seek. I play with your clit, my finger going around and around it untill you start to squirm and breathe just a little bit heavy. I get up and move between your legs making you spread them for me. Now I can see you. I lower my mouth onto your clit. And I can taste the sweetness of your juices already. And I feast upon you, tongue flicking over your clit slowly, methodically. You reach down and put your hands in my hair, holding me where you want me. I glide a hand up your leg and then slide a finger inside you while my tongue still torments you. Slowly in and out. Then two fingers in and out. I slide down just a bit and use my tongue in your opening. Licking up the juices you're making. Then back up to your clit when you moan in distress. Your hands tighten in my hair as you place me right where you want me and I continue my feast on your pussy. I hum just to send a new vibration to your clit and you gasp when i then suck on your clit. I slide my fingers back inside you and increase my pace with the thrust of your hips. I stop only long enough to look up and ask if you want me to stop yet and you push me back down. Soon I hear you moaning and I can feel you muscles start to tighten around my fingers. I increase the pressure slightly and I feel you quiver under my tongue and around my fingers. I hold still but continue to apply pressure untill your orgasm stops. One last flick of my tongue, just for good measure, and I move from between your legs and come lay beside you, to hold you. I tell you how special you are to me and how I want to take care of you. Kiss you again. We lay there talking and kissing for a while. Then we drift off to sleep tangled up together.
I wake slowly, and smile as I realize you're still holding me, your breath slow, warm and steady on my neck, one hand cupping my breast. For a few minutes, I just lay there, listening to your slow, relaxed breathing, enjoying the comfortable warmth of your body against mine.
You mumble something in your sleep, squeezing my breast slightly; perhaps you are dreaming of last night? I turn towards you, carefully, not wanting to disturb you in your dream, and see that you are breathing faster now, more shallowly. In the twillight of the bedroom your nipples seem to dance mesmerisingly with every breath, and I can't resist any longer, and plant a kiss on your collar bone, following it with a series of smaller kisses, leading down to your left breast. You moan, and shift slightly in your sleep, approaching wakefullness.
My mouth now at your nipple, my fingers trail down, towards your hips, and find you wet already. When I touch you, you squirm, and arch your back, and I want to see your pleasure. I sit up next to you, the blanket falling from us, exposing our upper bodies to the slight chill of the room, and caress your cheek tenderly.
I see your eyelids flutter, and as you wake, I lean in to kiss you, gently, on your lips, and then again, on the tip of your nose, all the while stroking the slick velvet at your core. As your eyes open fully you see me leaning over you slightly, silhuetted by the morning light coming in from the window.
”Good morning, lover, ” I whisper huskily, and lean in for another kiss.
I wake to the feel of your mouth on my skin, your fingers deep in my wet warmth.
”Oh god, I thought it was just a dream,” I whisper and lay back and let you touch me.
You sprinkle kisses all over me and continue to caress me below. Already I can feel the quickening in my body, ”slower if you want me to last,” I say, but you maintain your pace. I moan as my breathing gets harder. I look over at you. The sun streaming in across your body only heightens my arousal. You're beautiful, and I cant hold on any more. My orgasm crashes through my body. My back arches at its peek and I let out a laugh when its done. Trying to catch the breath you have stolen from me I look into your eyes and say ”Maybe it wasn't a dream, but you are the girl of my dreams.” You laugh at my cheesy line and I giggle too, knowing full well what I have planned for you now.
You pull me down for a deep kiss, and I shiver in anticipation, knowing it's now my turn, but not yet sure what you will do to me. You push me down on my back, and kiss me again, more roughly. When you let me go, and rise from our bed, I almost feel disappointed for a second, but my anticipation flares up again, when I see where you are heading.
Your hips sway as you walk, sending ripples of golden morning light across your back, ass and legs, and you wink as you glance back at me over your shoulder. As you reach the closet and open the door, you bend over slightly, knowing full well the effect the view has on me, and pretend to spend some time searcing for just the right item. I can't wait, can't keep my hands from myself, and I moan as one of my hands reaches under the blanket at my hips, while the other goes for my nipple.
"What do you think you are doing?" I ask as I turn around. In my hand I hold a silk scarf.
"If you don't remove your hands I will have to restrict you." You try my patience and pause exactly where you are. I walk towards the bed and take one of your hands, and tie the scarf around it.
”Give me the other one too." You comply, and I wrap the scarf around it and tie it off.
"Now put them behind your head and dont move."
I begin to bring my hands over my head, slowly, pushing my luck, but you'll have no nonsense from me. You grab my hands, and roughly push them up over my head, while straddling my body. As you hold my hands pinned against ther headboard with your left hand, you caress my throat with your right, applying a slight pressure that makes me moan and squirm.
You look deep into my eyes, and ask, ”now will you be good, or do I have to tie you down further?”. I lick my lips, and jerk a nod, too excited for words.
”Good girl. Now don't move,” I tell you as I release you. Climbing off you, I walk out of the room, leaving you to decide if you're going to follow my instructions or not. You hear me moving through the house, but have no idea what I'm doing.
When I walk back in you are in exactly the position I left you. I am holding something, but you cant make it out, and I set it down too fast for you to see. I can see the excitement raging in your eyes. I stand so that the sunlight plays across my skin and watch you watch me. I wander over to the stereo in the corner and put on a mixed tape that I made for an occasion just like this. First on the playlist is Enigma's Sadness part 1. It plays softly in the background. I sway to the music, my hips moving back and forth to the tune. The chanting sets the mood I am looking for. When I turn around i can see you have relaxed your posture just a bit. "Up, on your knees" I say and you try and move as instructed. The soft mattress gives under you, offering no support. I catch you and help you into position.
"You must be ready for me by now," I say. A statement, not a question. I reach down just to see how wet you have become. You know I have some thing in mind for you, but you're still not sure. Casually I start running my fingers over your skin. Up your stomach, down your sides. The tops of your legs. The inside of your thigh. I place my left hand at the base of your neck, then lean in and kiss you under your ear,
I am ready for you. I feel like there are hot coals just under my skin, and your kisses make me even hotter. I wish you would touch me, take me, but I also know you enjoy making me wait, making me beg. You push my upper body down to the bed and stroke the slope of my back, and I feel your heat against mine, where our bodies still meet.
”Face down,” you order. ”you don't want to spoil the surprise, now do you?”
My body obeys you without thought, and my face burrows into the bed, where you lay only a short while before. The silk sheets are cool against my cheek, but your scent still lingers there, where you lay just a little while before. You keep stroking my back, my hips, my ass, with one hand, while the other explores the front of my body, though you take great care to not touch methere, just where I want you the most. You come so close, that at first I think you will, but you withdraw your hand at the last moment, and I moan softly into the sheets, in mingled disappointment and lust.
”No, please, ”
Your hands disappear from my body for what feels like an age, and I hear you reach down and pick something up, and a second after that, the soft click of your lighter. The scent of lilacs fills the room, and I know now, what's coming next.
”Don't be afraid sweetheart, this will only hurt for a moment,” you whisper, and I gasp as the first drop of molten wax lands on my back. You discard the lighter, and your right hand goes back to my thigh, just in time to join the second drop of wax. A third follows, and a fourth, and now your hand is moving again, reaching down, painfully slowly, to where I'm dripping for you. Your timing is perfect, and your touch, when it finally comes, coincides with another drop of wax, this time at the small of my back, and I hiss in pleasure, my hands kneading the sheets above my head, still bound tight by your scarf.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/2bcx68/a_chain_letter_ff_light_bdsm
Damn… does the friend happen to be a lover too?
I wish, but no, we sadly live pretty far apart.
Oh well. I’m sure she got off on your little chain anyway, so you can consider yourselves pseudo lovers qx
Oh yes, she did indeed. :)