It was right around the time you found yourself laying on your back, hands bound beneath you with your eyes snugly covered by the comforter on the bed, that you started wondering if you’d made the right choice sending that Reddit message. You’d just finished a long, stressful week at work and the promise of free stress relief was too tempting to pass up. Besides, you thought I was kind of cute. 😉
We chatted for a bit before meeting up for a drink. The hotel bar wasn’t the fanciest, definitely a tourist trap-looking tiki getup, but it was right on the water and the seabreeze was to die for. We discovered a few shared interests, shared a few laughs at the TV, and when the conversation got a little spicy, you meekly admitted that you enjoyed a little bondage now and then. Finishing out drinks, we both agreed we should continue the fun upstairs.
The door had barely closed before I came up behind you. You gasped almost imperceptibly as I started nibbling and licking my way around the nape of your neck, lightly tracing my way up to your ears. You felt me run my hands up and down your sides, waist, and hips, tracing your curves under your shirt. I switched sides of your neck, moving slowly up from your shoulder to your ear, letting my hands wander a little farther up before cupping your breasts. I began to lightly kiss my way across your cheek, and you instinctively turned to meet my lips, our tongues intertwining with our bodies pressed together. You pulled your head away suddenly when you realize that one of my hands had stopped massaging one of your breasts and wandered below the belt. You were soaking wet already. Good.
Your clothes didn’t stay on much longer. My pants stayed on, for now; whether or not my shirt came off depends on how you feel about hairy chests and guys with a little extra around the middle. I finally got my first look at my late-night snack. Did you savor the anticipation of tonight as you slowly shaved it bare in the shower, or did you trim it into a neat little landing strip? Maybe you’d been growing it out? Whatever I found, I nodded in approval, and I told you that you look absolutely divine.
I slid a hand between your legs once again, lightly rubbing your clit and between your lips. My middle finger gentle circled the entrance to your vagina, and I felt you relish in my touch. Distracting you with that and gently kissing your neck and cheek is how I managed to lightly pull your scrunchie out of your ponytail, letting your hair fall free around your shoulders, and slowly move one of your arms behind you with the scrunchie on your wrist. Quickly pulling my hand away from your pussy, I spin you around and grab your free hand, threading it through the now twisted scrunchie and turning it into a makeshift pair of handcuffs. I push you onto the bed, landing lightly on your back, your arms pinned below you. So that’s how you ended up tied up with your scrunchie.
I climb on top of you and lean in very close, whispering into your ear “what’s the safe word?” You blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “Turquoise.” “Turquoise,” I repeat, and the last thing you see before I pull down the comforter and use it as a makeshift blindfold is a small smirk.
Enveloped in complete darkness, the seconds ticking away feel like hours. The only sounds you hear are your own heart beating, and the gentle white noise of the air circulating in the room. Did the bed just creak a little bit? Did you feel it shift? Did it suddenly get a little drafty right between your legs or was that me? You get your answer when you feel a warm, wet sensation quickly flick your clit. Twice. Three times, quick thrusts and jabs, just enough to tantalize. It’s mean the way I’m teasing you and you shift your hips around, trying to trick me into giving you a full lick. Far be it from me to not give the lady what she wants. You feel me circle my arms below and around your thighs, and give you a sharp tug a few inches closer to me, and that’s when I really lay into you.
Long, firm strokes of my tongue start to trace circles around your clit and you inadvertently squeal a bit. It’s not just my tongue, I am putting my entire face into this. You can feel my goatee tickling you as I make love to your clit. Over it, under it, swirling around it, across it, stopping to nibble it as gently as I did your ear lobes. Licking straight up and down your labia, gently biting and tugging on them, I focus on the noises you make to tell me what you want more of and what you don’t. It might make for a funny mental image, but all you can think of is how I must be treating your clit like a lollipop because it feels like I’m dragging my tongue up and over your clit, starting from the base of my tongue and moving to the tip before giving it a firm flick at the end.
You’ve been feeling it build for a while now, but the primal ferocity I am smearing your womanhood all over my face with is definitely paying off and you’re so close to feeling that sweet, sweet release you’ve been hoping for. Speaking of primal, what *is* that growling sound coming from the direction of your crotch, anyway? As soon as that thought appears, it is quickly replaced as the sensory combination of being unable to see anything but blackness and the delightful pleasure between your legs is making it intoxicatingly hard to think straight. Your breathing quickens, I can feel various parts of you beginning to tense and relax. Right as I bring you to the peak of pleasure, I stop my assault on your clit and plunge my tongue deep inside you, sending you over the edge.
How do you orgasm, by the way? Does your entire body tense up around your core, causing you to inadvertently crunch a little? Or are you someone whose entire body shakes as you ride the wave? Do you bite your lips to stay silent, or are you a screamer? I’m sorry I didn’t notice, I was too busy holding on for dear life.
You tried to squeeze my head between your thighs, but pulling and holding them apart was trivial. You’re rolling back and forth on your back a little, coming down from the peak but the ride up to the next crest isn’t very long. I’ve gotten you over the edge once, it’s much easier to keep you going. I switch techniques to a favorite for drawing it out; a long, slow, firm dragging of the entire length of my tongue from just below your hole until I’ve traced my way up and over your clit. And I do it repeatedly. A second orgasm comes on; congrats! You’re a winner! You signed up for one, but now you’ve gotten two for the same price and the sky is the limit! I stick to licking the entire length of your pussy from top to bottom, stopping to occasionally swirl around your clit or see if I can tickle your g spot with the tip of my tongue for good measure and variety.
A third orgasm comes (😏😏) and goes. You’re feeling flushed now. A fourth? Maybe, but it’s definitely getting intense and you could use a break. You try and wiggle away from me, but I’m firmly wrapped around your legs and you can’t shake me loose. You try to speak, but the brain fog prevents you from getting anymore than a “sto, sta, stah” out quickly between breaths. Wait, am I chuckling down there?
It’s beyond just pure pleasure now and it’s reached an almost painful intensity. You feel every nerve between your legs on fire, in a good way. You’re hyperventilating as I continue to lovingly torture you in the most sensitive places, both of us on opposite ends of the same beautiful agony but enjoying it just the same. Well, at this point maybe one of us is enjoying it more than the other just a little bit 😇
It’s unbearably intense at this point, your upper body thrashing around wildly. Suddenly a single, random word works its way to the forefront of your mind and you immediately blurt it out: “Turquoise! Turquoise turquoise turquoiseturquoiseturquoise.” You manage to say it once or twice before you lose control of your tongue and just begin to mumble it incoherently. Nevertheless, it had the desired effect and suddenly the world comes to a standstill. You feel me release your legs and pull away, but your muscles won’t answer and you just lay there helplessly, trembling in a puddle of your own juices. You being to calm down after a moment, maybe a minute or so. As the trembling subsides you feel a quick puff of breath on your clit and it shoots you right back to where you started.
This time, though, the comforter is removed from over your head and you blink as you adjust to the light. You feel your hands freed from their elastic bindings and clasp your arms together in front of you as you roll onto your side, trying to catch your breath still. Wordlessly, I slip behind you and just hold your gently trembling body. I pull you in close to me, and we just lay there in silence.
I spend the aftercare just holding you, lightly kissing your shoulders or running my fingers through your hair. Eventually you come back down to reality and you roll over just enough to look at me.
“Round 2?”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/v2zlq1/mf_bd_oral_a_random_act_of_muff_dive