Some years ago, when I was living in Brooklyn…
…we were headed to my new apartment. As soon as my door was closed, I pulled my new friend close to me, and opened my mouth on hers. I could taste the sweet moscato on her tongue when I sucked it. She gasped pleasantly into my mouth when she felt herself backed on the wall. Those gasps continued when my mouth trailed down to her neck, and she felt my teeth sink in gently. My hands traveled freely around her body, grasping her thighs, squeezing her ass, bring her hips close to mine, so she could feel the…rigid effect she had on me. She stopped me after a bit to grab her purse. I was expecting her to pull out a Trojan. But what came out was something I was not expecting at all: a quartet of long, silk, vanilla scarves.
Now, I must admit, this was the first time anyone had brought anything like this into my realm of play. And I suppose she caught that slight look of confusion in my eye. She smiled, shook her head, and preceded to take mine, asking where the bedroom was, and leading me to my own room. When we entered, she began to explain the motive behind her not-so-neckwear, and she began to strip…
The only light in the room that was on was a dim lamp. It flickered across her naked body. Though, she couldn’t see it, with one scarf tied around her eyes as a blindfold. She laid in my bed, unable to move her arms, which were tied to the two top posts of my bed. But this captivity brought a smile to her face. And with that smile, I crawled my bare body slowly on top of hers….
I paid sweet attention to how she breathed a little quicker when I nibbled on her earlobe…how she whimpered when she first felt my wet, soft tongue on her nipples…how she twitched when she felt my lips toy with her thighs…and how she caught her breath more and more as she felt me kiss higher…until she felt my own breath between her legs. I flattened my tongue…and ran it from the bottom of her lips…excruciatingly slowly…to the top of her clit…the sound of the bed posts creaking at her hands pulling almost became inaudible under the torturously pleasing groan that escaped her throat…I toyed with her like that for what seemed like a half hour…my tongue grinding slowly….up her lips…flicking her clit…sinking inside her wetness….her legs rubbed hard on my back…as she let flow from her mouth moans of frustration and pleasure…as she felt my tongue gently circle her clit…barely touching it….she whimpered softly….as I heard her speak…
“please…make me cum…”
I stopped in my tracks.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m going to need you to say that a little louder for me.”
She took a breath and followed.
“Please….make me cum…”
And with that, I was set to de….but the dim lamp revealed next to the two unused scarves. I smirked. Quickly grabbing the two scarves, I lifted her legs towards her wrists. She was very flexible.
“What are you…,” but she stopped. She knew. The scarves, now holding her ankles to her wrists, were tightly in place.
“I’m going to need you to say it again, love.”
She didn’t hesitate at all.
“Please make me cum.”
And neither did I. She didn’t even get a warning when she felt my mouth devour her clit….she barely let out a coherent groan when she felt my tongue fluttering on her clit…and her taste….good God, her taste…made me moan while I ate her pussy thoroughly…she almost screamed when she felt two of my fingers slide inside of her, hooking, and pressing on her spot…while she felt my mouth nibbling and sucking on her clit….I lost track of how many times she’d cum…I didn’t care….it wasn’t about her anymore…I just wanted my fill of her pussy in my mouth….and I was hungry…my fingers slammed against her spot….my tongue flicked and licked her clit….her moans became louder….her body shook the bed to the point of the bed post almost caving….then suddenly, with one guttural moan, I felt her juices shoot out and spray my fingers and mouth…it kept coming…and I made sure to taste every drop that I could…
I untied her after that and let her sleep. The poor dear was exhausted. I cuddled up behind her and tried to follow suit, but I was far too pleased. That was a game changer. And with a good few minutes of that thought in my head, I decided she had slept enough, waking her up with something hard and rigid sliding inside of her….
(This is an excerpt from my short e-book “Mr. C’s Confessions: Volume One”, now available on Amazon. It focuses on a few of my exploits involving my favorite sexual act: cunnilingus)[Mr. C’s Confessions: Volume One](https://www.amazon.com/Mr-Cs-Confession-Confessions-ebook/dp/B00PYY9LUC)
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