Being blindfolded can really mess with your whole body. It makes you rely on your other senses, it makes you more aware of the context and it increases expectations. My heart feels like it’s going to pump its way out of my chest and I can just feel him all over my body even though he hasn’t touched me at all. I can hear him walking all around me, deciding where to start, I hear him sipping his scotch, I hear the drops of melted ice falling through his glass, I hear the joy in his eyes, I hear the blood going through him and focusing on that one spot I must stay away from, at least for a while.
Fuck, that’s evil. He’s not messing around and went straight for it. I guess tonight I’m being bathed in scotch and ice. The ice melts easy on my skin but his tongue is warm and now I’m moaning. The worst thing about these games is that I get really anxious and I just want him inside, I can’t help but move my hips up and down, slowly, and before we know it, we’re moving in perfect synchrony, when his tongue goes up, I go down.
If I had my hands untied I’d grab him by the hair and bring him up to me then I’d softly nible on his earlobe and whisper: “I want you inside”, and then we’d splurge on each other until our bodies gave up. But tonight I can’t, I’m tied and I can’t give in. He’s wearing my legs as a scarf and he’s determined to make me lose. I’m completely out of control and I don’t know how long I can take it. And just when I thought I’d yield he decides it’s time to keep playing. He knows, he knows I’m about to explode and he knows every cell in my body is craving him. He knows I can’t stand it, he knows everything I know, everything I believe in, everything I am vanishes into thin air at the inability to have him inside of me. I’m defenseless, I’m powerless, I’m his, I’m all his.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hchtvz/this_is_war_part_3