I cover your eyes with a soft mask. Tell you to lie down on your back. Hands over your head. I don’t tie you up, I just make you promise not to touch me. You are not used to being told what to do. You’re usually the boss. But tonight you let me take control. This time Sir becomes Good Boy.
I gently run my nails up your legs while kissing from your toes up. Lightly brushing my nipples across your thighs as I work my way up, kissing and licking everything except for your cock. Kissing your belly and chest. Tickling your sides. You feel my hair tickle your chest. You don’t know where I may touch next.
You promised not to move so you are stuck in a delicious anticipation while I tease you into a frenzy. All the while you can smell and feel but no taste and no hands. You can smell my sex and perfume. You can feel my breath on your body, my hair as it brushes across your skin. My breasts as they press on your legs. You think you may have to break your promise and just when your hands are about to reach for me…