Sorry to keep you'll waiting. I am back with another hot chapter for A&MSA. This one's gonna be a wild ride! Part 1 just foreplay and oral, but it gets steamier with every chapter I upload.

Misty's eyes flashed open. Just what was that noise? Awfully sounded like twists and harsh moans. She rubbed her lids, as a double check to assure herself that she wasn't sleeping anymore. Slurping the saliva that drooped out of her mouth, her eyes began to scan a quarter of the room. Noises were now switching into gruffs and pants. But Misty herself was gaining an alive feeling of being entrapped. Luckily it was just a pair of hands latched around her. Her hues sunk below to find a blue haired woman, squirming in her arms, as if she was revived from the dead.

And only one woman with that hair color had been intimate enough to sleep naked with Misty.

''Dawn?'' Misty hushed.

''Hmmm…'' she responded with lids closed. She wasn't fully up yet.

''Are you rubbing against me?''

''No…'' she yawned.

Then what probably caused their bodies to move in conjunction with the creaking noises. Certainly wasn't an Earthquake.

''Oh, Ash don't stop….''

And, that noise woke the dormant blunette up. Misty and Dawn blinked up at each other, confirmed neither of them were the source. Both turned their heads to the other side of the bed, where the two occupants were currently engaging in an intercourse. May squealing and giggling under on top of her, nuzzling his head into her neck, trying to get inside her by constant unstoppable thrusting like two Pokémon species trying to mate. Their underbodies were covered by the duvet. Their upper bodies kept emitting heat. The warm was clouded with the strong scent of arousal and sweat. Muffled gasps and long, throaty moans made the atmosphere virtually vibrate with rising desire, punctuated by the smack of lips against lips. The sweet melody was undertoned by the ruffling of the sheets and the wet sound of sweaty skins rubbing together.

''Ah…Ah…Ah…Ah…'' she moaned in rhythm.

Their bodies were rippling at an erratic rhythm, moving apart one second to come crashing together the next, sliding up and down the other. The mattress was their dancefloor, and their apparels were their caressing, kneading hands exploring broad and muscular shoulders or lustrous cascading hair, their adventurous tongues trailing up the edge of a shoulder or a neck muscle, and their writhing, unclothed forms furiously rubbing against one another. Abruptly, one of the two buried their face into the other's neck, licking away at the warm skin and tasting its salty flavor. An unrestrained, deep moan escaped the "victim's" lips as they arched their body backwards, abandoning themselves to the surge of pleasure.

''Argh…Ah…aha…d…on't s..t.t..oo…p!''

Her moaning was very much audible, and she was so engrossed May didn't realize they were being watched.

It wasn't an objection for Dawn and Misty that the couple were getting busy, but could they just pipe down a bit? And since they were already bolted up from their sleep, it was morning enough for not returning to it.

Shrugging their shoulders, Misty and Dawn latched lips with each other, and began to roll under the same quilt, Ash and May shared.

XXX

Hey there, it's me, Ash Ketchum. I'm taking over again. You may not remember this, but it's my birthday today. And I was already made feel special right when I spotted May lying next to me, glaring seductively at me. The hobby was taxing physically, and it didn't matter to me how the rest of this day would go. Which friendly faces will I get to see today? All it mattered to me that the three women I love are with me and it's always going to be that way.

What you read about me and May, we'll that was all to it. Each of us had an orgasm and that was all she wrote. We didn't notice until Dawn and Misty had an activity of their own. I was deprived of special rights as I was kicked out for coffee, ON my birthday, while the trio prattled something feminish.

The four of us chatted about the events of the four days, when we were at the different parts of the globe. I couldn't really concentrate cause hundreds of phone calls and messages drained my first half of the day, while my ladies were in the final preparations of the party we held in the evening.

I don't wanna provide with each detail, because it's almost 11 pm here, and only an hour ago all the guests left. I'm currently cuffed to the bed, impatient to have the best sex of my life. And from the sounds I'm hearing coming from the other room, I think a leaf blower is about to be involved. I know all of us want to get to the smutty part, but believe me, you can't be excited more than I am. So let's kill some time, while my wives are getting ready.

So as I was saying, the torturous fancy wishes from people I don't consider close friends and who are just my working colleagues, was taking up half my day. But the three ladies with a hand by my mother achieved all the preparations in our lawn by 4. Now all we had to do was to have guests arrive. Mom didn't suspect a thing what's going on between me and Misty, as I convinced her she came early to help with the preparations. Of course, when I'll break the reality to her, I'm headed for big trouble. I'm 28 today but the seething look of my mother still gives me the chills.

I may not speak this, but I did kinda regret having made so much friends. Rivals nonetheless. Let's see, it was May who was in charge of sending out invitations. She must have just dived into my contacts on my phone, and invite everybody. I still suspect I saw the plumber in the crowd earlier. From Pikachu to all my Pokémon; from Mom, Caroline, Norman, Max and Johanna; from Brock and his battalion of siblings to Kiawe and his sister, everybody was here. So many folks in my humble home, eh?

I was going crazy. The music was so loud that it made my skin tingle and my lungs feel like mush. The bass thumped in time with my heart beat as though they were one, filling me from head to toe with music. I liked this song.

Over the roar of music, a distant, hazy chatter could be heard. I couldn't make out any words, but laughter rang in my ears and wouldn't seem to stop. The song that was playing got louder, pulling me in and wouldn't let go. I had no choice but to join the crowd, jumping in a huddled group like Tic-Tacs being shaken in a box.

I had to go through everything:Inconsequent polite conversation, canapes, wine. While everyone was roaring with laughter on Mybirthday, I couldn't help but notice Serena's discomfort when she was have a corner chat with Dawn. Something about Dawn I have always known is that she can't hold her liquor. That part did kinda got me into bed with her, as I have mentioned before. But I do suspect, she may just have blurted out about me and Misty to Serena.

Serena had always been my good friend, but I never saw her the way as I see May. I still remember that kiss she planted on my lips at the Lumiose airport. But after that, we never shared that kind of intimacy. Actually, maybe we had grown distant since that day. A lot about that day wanted to get out from my chest in form of words, but that time never really arrived. It was more as if Serena had been avoiding me. And a dull idiot like me missed the opportunity to speak to her by cornering her. But if I stress over it now, I won't be able stern the erection I'm holding now.

Mom was one of the late guests to leave. Our parents shared a common mindset that I was gonna have sex tonight, and probably that's why, the Maples and Johanna declined our offer to stay the night. Thank Arceus for that. My mother too, who suspected I was gonna get the action was trying to drift Misty away offering to stay at her place for the night, but Misty handled it, tactfully.

And now, I'm gonna shut up as the door knob has just twisted, and the lethal dose of erection pills (not that I need it, but Dawn thought it would be necessary to last the show till morning) has kicked in. And if I haven't used this phrase often, I'll use it now: SWEET HOLY MOSES!

It's like my throbbing has just increased by four more inches, I think the proper word is 'elongated'. Fuck, am I here to play scrabble? My boner might just ding a dong.

Three hot naked women are standing right in front of me fresh from the shower, and I'm their prisoner! Each of them were clad in the sexiest lacy lingerie I have ever seen. Each in an adjustable lingerie set that I can't describe with intricate applique detailing. There was everything on them: spaghetti straps, a scalloped underbust,a matching waist cincher that matched the color of their outfits. Thigh high stockings were knocking the air out of my lungs.

Misty was stitched to her usual color, yellow. May and red were inseparable. And Dawn, a fashion-nette, as I affectionately teased her opted for the color blue. Their lingerie could barely cover the parts, actually intended for. So light and wispy, as if they weren't wearing it at all. Yet, the soft silky material subtly and intimately caressed to their body, nipples swelled and hardened against the flimsy lace edging, noticeably projected against the flimsy material.

They twirled around, and I saw that their G-String, was only a wispy triangle of material that barely strained to conceal their pussy. Some inscriptions in form of letters were sprawled on their ass.

It was very much hard to not to notice. May on the left, had a 'W' on her left cheek, and 'E' on the right. Misty, in the center, had 'L' on the left and 'VE' on the right. I know where this was going. Finally, Dawn in the last, had a 'Y' on one and 'U' on the other. I quickly pieced it together to understand what they wanted to tell me. But hold on a second, there was something missing.

''Umm…where's the 'O'?'' My curiosity took over.

Misty, very slowly she bent forward, so far she actually touched her toes, then she brought her hands behind her, placing them one on each cheek, spreading her cheeks wider. With her bent over, I could see the entire thin strand of material between her cheeks ... it struggled to conceal her tiny anal rosebud. Thank goodness, there isn't a blindfold on my eyes. Oh wait, there it is…'L-o-VE''.

Clever!

Stunningly sexual to any viewer, and possibly the wearer, this attire speaks of intimacy and incomparable eroticism, am I correct in what I say?Look at the funny side. I have a Hoenn chick, a Kantonian chick and a chick from Sinnoh all at the same time in the bedroom I'm gonna nail. Add someone from Johto, and I'm the fucking United Nations.

And the look they give me makes me feel like I'm the Magikarp splashing to battle three pseudo legendaries. I'm cornered and horny, while the ladies are now prowling towards me from each side. Dawn on my right, Misty from the front, and May from the left. And with the speed they are approaching me, I just know three things are gonna experienced by me tonight for 9 hours: tied, teased and tormented. But it's my birthday. Why the hell am I the slave?

The mattress is punctured into dents as my girls have mounted on the bed. Nails are protruded out as if to slash my flesh. Devilish gleams were beamed at me.

''Shall we begin?'' Misty asked seductively, wrapping a hand around my arousal.

''Yes please,'' I replied with a quivering voice. I actually had to give in to the roleplay.

''We'll do whatever you want us to do, honey.'' May brushed her lips with mine.

''And that includes anything,'' Dawn took over my lips. ''Anything. You can even shit on us if you want.''

''That might not be necessary,'' I reluctantly conceded. ''Well, the get ready for Pleasure Number 1.'' Misty seduced.

''There are numbers!?'' I gulped.

''Oh yeah, there are numbers alright. We all are gonna have our way with you.'' Misty guffawed.

''We have a bone to pick with your boner,'' May joined.

''Do you even realize Ash how much pain our vaginas and assholes have endured? Do you even know the pain of stretching?'' Dawn added, tightening a grip on my prick.

''Ow…'' I shook from the ache, ''Is that a rhetorical question?''

Okay, this would continue for long if we just talked. So, Misty decided to get on the road with the first pleasure: Suffocation (Kiss). Her tongue was the first to swish into my mouth. Such agility left me flabbergasted, as from the corner of my eyes I could see patches of red, and behind it my two wives gracing Misty's body.I bite tenderly on her bottom lip, caressing it with my teeth. My Lady lets out a subtle whimper, trembling as I kiss her deeply, our tongues mingling. Eternity could pass us by and we would never miss it as long as we could continue this embrace. Breath exhausted we finally separated giving ourselves a moment to catch our breaths, gazing into her eyes I found myself to be lost, a drift on a sea of blinding desire.

''So what's your fantasy, Ash?'' May questions. Okay I am sensing a foreplay. Why would my wife would question something like that. She very well knows how I like it…dirty and tiring. If she wanna roleplays, I'm gonna give in too.

I say yum, yum. My sexual sweet tooth can be satisfied rather plainly. It's getting orally sexed. And like that, ... that's my fantasy wish!So there it is, in a nutshell. Receiving head, and plenty of it-that's my happy, pie in the sky, storybook ending. Hence, what more can I tell you? Well let me say, for me it's better than chocolate and oh-so totally erotic. Furthermore, when a woman gives a man this kind of pleasure, it's sort of like she's giving him a gift. Like it's a special gift she can give to her man to make him feel important, and make him feel lucky, perhaps, to be with her. In some ways, then, his ego gets pampered and he no longer feels like he's missing out on "the good life" because he knows he's already gotten some of that goodness from her.

Although in itself this sexual charity may incorrectly be mistaken for love, it's love, obviously. So when I see May'sface go down on me, almost automatically fireworks go off and there will be euphoric images dancing around in my mind. And why not? Her face is pretty, her hair is feminine, and her lips are spongy soft and seductive. Next, after she clutches my beloved organ and sinks it into her mouth, she sucks me and plays my piece like it's a precious musical instrument. Like the portrait of a hilly vineyard or a beautiful scenic garden-it's so easy in my eyes. And like the sounds of tree leaves bustling in the breeze-it's soothing and comforting. Little by little, she's working on my rangy riser until her cockamamie mischief gets too much for me to bear.

Therefore, what's wrong with this obsession? It's simple, yet yeah, I could also add 'oh what a dream' but let's not overdo the rhyming. Besides, this is my point, I hope you see: it's so sexually gratifying to me-but yet, that type of endearing service, served freely and openly, can be difficult if not impossible to , I'm not ashamed to admit how I'm malnourished and starved for those savory, tender licks. The diagnosis is aptly appropriate as I can't seem to shake having those nasty cravings. All day long I thirst for her charming suckings, so as fate may have it, I'm jinxed and get just the opposite. But all that endless lusting might fade entirely, if only I had a generous honey to service me some sugary kisses. However, ladies like that aren't a dime a dozen. So, until I catch her, that prized and wonderful catch, my one and only yellowtail fish, then I'll stay hungry for an abounding dish of girlie-girlie cock to witness cock sucking, is like having a show with a very personal focus: you see it, you watch it, and you somehow believe that you're a part of the action. It's all a mirage of sorts, how the mind plays tricks and the body gets fooled into wishing some of that frisky, amorous petting is actually happening to you. Hence, even if you don't get it directly from the source, if you merely look at a chick who's sucking a dick, well, a little dab of that might suffice in a pinch, if you need a dash of that let's not forget the moment of truth, when a man releases his orgasm. It's not that easy to describe, when the stuff shoots outside, why this too is erotic. But at that special time, as a man loses control of his member, his prick is exposed to his nerves and that opens him to a rainbow of superlative pleasures. So he feels everything, when she accepts his gooey cum as he spurts erratically into her lips. Ah, that's a hot picture and a really great touch, even if it's a bit filthy and crude to spew all that mess at her. Still, overall, it's steamy and satisfying. And not surprisingly, that just happens to be what I like.

So accordingly, now that I've described my paradise, I hope you comprehend my objective. Indeed, consider yourself taught and well-schooled for what I'm expressly craving. However, to be a good pupil, put into practice the important things you've learned, else the valuable education might simply be wasted. Thus, here and now, show me some courtesy and demonstrate your interest with active participation. Oops, just a second. I gotta get my grub ready. ... Alright, here it is. Now take this and suck it!

(You, your= May)

May buries my bulge down her mouth, and works on the tip of the head, as well. Then feels my spryly coil as it swells and presses into her gullet. Come on babe, show me your pretty face on my stem and let me admire the fairyland view down below. Ah, wrap around my substance, and make it throb and get it really, really firm. Mmm, work it babe, work it. Paint me with your tongue and continue to kiss it. Then go back again and play with my bone: Suck it. Taste it. And stroke it.

Afterwards, if you're still chipper and have a pleasant mood, you can giggle and moan as you're blowing. Truly, I dig those gingerbread amenities. Those luscious, buttery, gobble-gobble distractions turn me flush and get me high spirited, to boot. Only, please don't tease me for too long because I haven't that kind of patience. I want more, and I need you to give me what I'm lacking. So, don't delay it any further. Oh, that's good! I like it so much. Make me humble. Make me squirm. Suck my rod and puff my nuts with fluids. Let nature take its course. And, like an old and flooding timber dam, surely I'll have to bust.

Okay, then. If you're ready for this, I'm ready to give. Just do me a favor and show me those beautiful, sexy eyes! Ooh, yeah, I think you've gotten my plan. I want those twinkling star-like peepers chatting with me. I need to read their thoughts as they're saying, "I'm giving you just what you want." So, deliver the message! Communicate it all with your looks. Oh, how I enjoy beholding your stare-especially, and even more-with my knob finely secured between your lips.

Man, it's getting hot in here! Plus, your looking-right-back-at-me sort of leer is filling me with awful romantic troubles. Wholly-milking-zonkers! You keep encouraging me with your come-hither glances, making it all too easy to slip up and lose my grip. Ah, there, you've got me- Shit, fucking shit! My levee's deteriorating and bowing with pressure.

And like that, ... my balls pulsate and quiver. And thick, pearly cream goes hurling into your trap.

Baby, that's it! I feel it tingling on the tip-and all the way down my man-flute. Argh! It's too sensitive now, now that I'm coming. But, your tongue keeps nagging me and flicking away on my overly ticklish ending.

And like that, ... I shoot it again! I shoot it over, and over, and over.

Oh, sweetie! It looks so dreamy, as it dribbles out from your yap and onto your chin. Girl, what a load I gave you! I see it bubbling on your tongue. I see it clinging to your lips. Whew, that velvety ooze is circulating and gathering around in your mouth, making your grin look stunning.

Wow! I can't believe there's so much inside there. Wow, wow! I still can't believe it. You swallowed it!

And like that, ... you let it all go down in a gulp. While my brunette wife is savoring the taste of my seed from her lips, like a carnivore, Misty pounces on her, catching her completely off guard. They rollover in a classic catfight on the bed, before Misty's physique proves supreme and she plummet her faces down on May, both sensually kissing to exchange my fresh spunks.

What's more, on the contrary, for me, having bared my castle-in-the-air sex scenario, I'm presently riding a new mental high. How refreshing it is to get it out in the clear and to express my carnal passion, my lust and sexual aspiration. Hence, with a similar upbeat spiritedness, I wait to for my wives to perform the tales of their most desirous hankerings.

I glimpse at now my left out second wife, the glistening blunette who just became more radiant after discarding the shrouds that held the titties. I could see even they didn't want to be hid behind the stupid piece of cloth. Dawn prowled towards me like I was cornered against the bed, hissing the fact that I had nowhere to run. A flushness fills the insides of her facial cheeks as the shame expires away. She wants to compete with the randy Gym Leader and experienced Coordinator, who were eating one other out. I am growing timid as she is closing in on her approach.

Opposed to my fears, Dawn instead just rests her head on my chest, and cuddles closer. Yeah, I can enjoy that for a while. I arch my hand and invite her in, as we both watch the two sultry women make out. And with the topic of fantasy and desires adequately uncovered, Dawn and I move on to discuss other curious things. The subject: turn-ons and fetishes. You know the sort of stuff that turn our brains into mashed bananas, and the kind of things that gain zest in our groins.

In a nearly begging demeanor, she jumps off the bed, and offers her hand for a dance. Surely, I don't believe I've the greatest aptitude for that. But I like dancing. Besides, it's not as if I go dancing so as to razzle-dazzle everyone with my fancy footwork, because forasmuch as I can tell, I don't have any dancing talents. However, listening to the music, is a lot of fun. I stare at Dawn, plain blank, but it was a request that could never be denied. I leave the bed, making some room for the engrossed ladies and accept Dawn's hand. The music plays chosen by my wife, and I grant myself ample time to savor the music and feel the acoustics. I block out my anxiety and gradually begin to feel at peace with the vibe. I permit myself to ease into a musical hypnotic rapture and not worry about whether will I dance as elegantly as my wife or not. So as I let the music sink deeply inside me, it bleeds into my character and I become renewed and energized.

Confidently then, I began to dance with my attractive lady. She was so tantalizing neighboring me. She was enjoying the melody, like I was, yet it was as though she was in her own private world. Except then she began to face me while dancing, and I, by all means, promptly followed suit, mimicking her neighborly invitation. Then on cue, cautiously I adjusted my posture to align with hers. However, I wasn't truly acting that noble-minded and caring, because secretly within, I was bursting with impatience to snoop upon her parts.

Our dance had perturbed the erotic moods of May and Misty as they too, dreamily peered at me and Dawn dancing to the tunes. I couldn't take my eyes of Dawn. Her skin looked so soft, milky and fair from all that sweat accumulated from the dancing. And that contrasted pleasantly with her loosely blue hair, silky and smooth. Then kapow! She sizzled like the afternoon on a hot, muggy summer's day. And I felt the hot wind blowing when she flung her boobies perfectly in sync to the musical rhymes.

Thus, I remembered she'd structured her body that was carved from months and months of doing elliptical exercises and loads of heavy breathing in some sort of aerobic type classes I have been paying for. And her firm, fit frame came delivered in a stretchy and tight blue panties. And even though it was sexy, it was also classy how she modeled superbly that form-fitting one-piece body, which clung snugly and flawless to her luscious, robustly-toned curves.

I was fascinated by her apparent beauty for she was eye candy for sure. I continued dancing informally with her, while striving not to lose my rhythm or my concentration. And for the most part, I made every effort to conceal my eventual goal, which was to pry deeper and get a better look at her valuable resources. So while I was gazing at her, she was off entertaining herself and gettin' jiggy with it, making it absurdly difficult for me to sneak a better peek. I tried to get closer to her in the murkiness of the dance. Thus assuredly she'd tormented me immensely with her scantly displayed, riddling her lady properties. I was still lust-smitten with her and very aroused by the predicament she'd laid out on me-that had convinced me I wanted to have sex. Conceivably, she was playing hard to get, I suppose, but there she was dancing smack-dab in front of me! And increasingly, her troublesome behavior was making it painfully difficult to concentrate on my beat, my precious dance steps, especially considering she happened to be so perilously cute.

My lust for her was switching into overdrive. in rare circumstance like this, when I'm overloaded with external stimulation, I usually survive through it. I steadily gazed at her; curiously, I lingered on, fully marveling her savory shaped outline. As she nested herself ahead of me, while dancing away and staying so awfully tight in my grill, I couldn't escape from being ruthlessly mesmerized by the spirit of that G string that held her butt together. Those buns seemed to be roaming spryly in a free-range yarding. so hot they could've morally seared my eyes to her rear and roasted me like a Beijing duck when she shook her hips my way. Oishii! Hao-chi! Yummy-Yummy!

Maybe I should've dropped to my knees and ate her out or popped myself into her edible looking fabric, except I still had more on my plate yet to sample. In summary, this cute Sinnoh tart, waltzing over me, was a real exotic dish. Plus, to make things more uncomfortable, the foxy, flippant gal had the audacity to be yanking my weenie, because as she was dancing, she was also eating a little red strawberry we had brought upstairs for the romantic evening, just to taunt me that much further. And she held that sweet lollipop upwardly in her hand as if to stop traffic; she brandished it proudly and displayed it before me as she made her sugary, nimble movements. But then frequently she'd place it in her lips and let it roll suggestively inside her mouth, and I couldn't help myself as I became stupefied with her behavior. I lusted incessantly as I watched her seemingly enjoy popping that fruit in and out, presumably to get more flavor.

Yet, while she held me spellbound and ensnared in a web of 'adult toy store' like scenery, I did my best, under the circumstance, to embrace my objectives: to have fun, to dance, and to flow with the musical ambiance. But, then that thing happened-that something, I couldn't handle! Dead ahead and directly beyond my nose, she carried on, getting loose as a goose. She baited me all the while and through and through as she danced a delicious Candy Walk. And after she began using her enslaving womanly body language to insanely tease me even more, instantly I knew that I was toast. Next thing I knew, and as embarrassing as it was, I felt a freaking tingle in my groan when she started raising her arms high and way over her head. She whirled her wrists as she held her arms up, and then she began to push back and fluff up her hair.

Thus, it was all too evident; there was no mistake about it. It hit me hard like a malicious push in the stomach. She was vexing me with her uninhibited attitude as she staged herself indiscriminately for me to see even more of her maidenly beauty. Yes, unashamedly, she harassed me with her creamy, silky naked body, repeatedly, over and over again. And as she kept pressing herself upon me, practically face to face, she approached me so recklessly and so near I could almost literally smell her scent. Her body's magnetizing pheromones and saucy mousetrap poses created an unfairly strong temptation that was, for all intents and purposes, wonderfully unbearable. It became extremely difficult for me to stay cool, and keep dancing normally, while pretending outwardly that her sexual lure wasn't affecting my composure. But realistically, I was affected because, seriously, I was begging to lay my chops deep into her warm, tender skin.

Alright Dawn. You know well how it's gonna finish. You know it's gonna route into sex, but how far would you go? How much would you do? In the end, the plot trick proved too compelling, too seductive, and too intriguing not to test yourself against the snare of a sexual promise.

She unleashed her zesty little derriere to put me on trial, and her juicy tush went to town, gliding about like fluttering butterflies, with the soft jiggling fleshy tissues in her tight underwear signaling my eyes to fixate on her constitution. Like pretty flag girls and cute majorettes marching on parade-she put herself on public display, and my eyes glued to her show. Then as I gloated over her exhibition, she slew me! She did a one-eighty to face me again, and before I could pull out from her-so to speak-without mercy, she danced whorishly with her arms, lifting them even higher, as she fussed with her rich, poetically dark blue, smooth -textured hair. Immediately, I came unhinged!

Drawn to her lascivious overtures, I became infatuated with having some unbridled fun with her. And as I fabricated a portrait with me being on top of her, I was filled with visions of my hands strumming all over her figure. I'd an uncontrollable yen to take her down, put her on a bed of rice, and fill my mouth with her chopsticks. Wildly, I was so captivated by her that I became wishful, hoping I could unwrap her as my very own present, wanting to eat her candy and kiss her everywhere. Truly, how I ached to have assaulted her and taken her there in the middle of that dance. And as a fallout, after all that provocation, as should be inferred when afflicted with this type of duress, I felt my dick stiffening as it began pressing upwardly. I couldn't stop the big dog from swelling anymore!

I got a terribly uncontrollable horny mind. Mr. Dick was hollering extremely loud, and it was not a trivial point to avoid it. I'd to listen to the calling, for my dick was unbent about its drift, virtually being straight-minded and completely linear with its thinking, as it demanded, oh so solidly, to be given more attention. The song got over and Dawn stopped dancing. I was left struck by her grooves, while May and Misty whistled in applause for Dawn's performance. But the only appreciation Dawn seeking was mine.

Marvelled and left with a lot of dirty thoughts, my lips just swept those words. ''God, I love you…''

In style, Dawn switched the juke box off with a swing off the remote. I couldn't even see when she pressed the power off button. She came closer, and I tilted her chip up, guiding my lips to hers. Too deep, and too passionate. A battle was waged in our mouths. My tongue against hers. Our hands explore and I easily hold her up, with her hands on my shoulders, and our lips engaged, now trading saliva. Our lips had grown swollen, but we kept going, until our brains realized we two weren't the only ones in the room. But it strongly felt so.

I pulled out and crooned at my ladies, who were pleading me to get in the bed with them. ''Don't worry ladies, as soon as I am done with the blunette, I am going to give you my full attention.''

I kissed Dawn, more frenzied than I could ever. I grab her ass and my grip becomes more aggressive. She grinds her sex against my swollen girth and hums in my mouth. Each wants assurance to know that their heartfelt feelings are genuine and mutual. Thus, excitement builds in her mind, while her body peeks in and listens to my heart beating for her. I want to reaffirm how delightful it would be again, to be up close to her, joining our lips, kissing her skin, and tasting her all over. Plus, I know she must be in need of me, as I'm surely missing and wanting her. Hence, maybe this is why I'm thinking of her and imagining what pleasures I could offer, to satisfy Dawn and to help unburden you of that nagging, carnal uneasiness.

I have those primal longings and indecent urges as well. I got May this morning, but I ached for Dawn. She was away for one week, but still a decade in penis years. I've got an unsettling craving that needs to be soothed and comforted. And as it happens to be, she has become the answer to what I'm missing. In any case, surely my manhood's ready to play, so let's not delay any further. Let's find a means to collaborate and have our anatomies blending and meshing and mingling together.

I make her sit on the bed to unwind, right between May and Misty who look lovingly at her. But Dawn's eyes are fixed on me, as I beam at her appearance. She erects her legs towards the ceiling, and with little assistance from Misty, the sheer blue panties come off. Now I can barely hold it, for someone I intend to madly make love with is complete nude. I scoot closer and kneel in from of her opening, letting my hands explore all her skin, and searching to caress her curves throughout the entire length of those soft lovely form; then, from there on, know for sure I'm in sync with her, shadowing her movements, creating the touches, and moving her to dip into that secret whereabout place, that tantalizing and seductive territory with the incredible, sensual hideaway passage.

(You, Your=Dawn)

I am glad she's engaging to play along as I rile her up. That's because I'm a bit horny and my little master sergeant in my groin wants to be certain Dawn is being properly assisted. But first, I give it a quick shake, and add a few timely strokes. Then I ask Misty to hold my extremity, while I lean in and massage Dawn's awesome features. Dutifully, Misty obliges.

''Let me pet your pussy,'' I blow into Dawn's gates and she hisses. Indeed she knows what I want. Excellent! Now adventurously, I slip my fingers down the front of her surface, as she keeps me close in her heart. My hand slyly skids across her tummy and glides downwardly where I pause to cloak the lower region. Again, it's my touch lingering over her crease and little love-button. It's really me who's doing the investigating, while she gently pamper and nurture her slippery gland. And as I do, her nipples enlarge, feel them growing and stretching, and becoming terrifically firm.

Oh Dawn! There playing this game, fooling with your controls, and resolved to have you quivering. So let it sink in and develop; relax and enjoy yourself while I explore your special physique and make circular outlines about your slim and narrow inlet. Hence stay on course and follow my every instruction. Do it because you deserve it. And do it believing that I'm getting hot and unsettled, breathlessly awaiting to see you climax. So, let me finger your slit a bit more and tease it. Moreover, seize hold of your crotch and slide my hand into your genitalia. Likewise, cultivate your lust. Have my fingers tippy-toe atop your raised lofty ridges; have them inciting the erected tallness created by your amply swollen female lobes. Then persistently appraise it and entertain it with brisk, easy strokes. And furthermore, all the while you're hitting that spot, explain to me exactly how you like it.

Yes, in other words, I need you to be verbal and articulate your emotions. Let everything inward come out. No matter the outcome, no matter the merit, express it and say it out loud. Thus be brash and shameless, as though you're giving a play-by-play on your private affairs and privy events, revealing plenty of highlights and describing all the miscellaneous achievements you score en route to the finish.

Consequently then, continue navigating where your fingers need to be laid and let them toil recklessly into your gash. Let me hear your ragged sighs when you're breathing hot and heavy. And let me hear it when you're pouring out those sensual, ladylike enunciations. So, rub it good. May, Give her a whirl! Take her for a spin and give that tiny nookie a thrilling and sorely needed joyride. After all, you're the managing caretaker on duty. Indeed you're the best-you're a top-grade, A-1 mechanic aptly skilled and one-hundred percent enabled to overhaul and service that terribly deranged and badly neglected pussy. Therefore, tune her up promptly and get her purring again. Allow your hands to become dirty, in a colorful way of thinking. Set them down into that exquisite texture and ride the rails, up and down the track, sinking your fingertips into the hollow seam of your sex-loving, cum-loving fuck hole.

Yikes, that's breathtaking! Whoa, Mamma, what a knockout! There you go, my hot, beautiful woman. How I love your body language. Oh, how I love those stunning poses. Mmm, watch out! Your nipples are singing out. They're serenading me as though they're sweet-talking, fast-talking charmers. Suddenly, I feel confused and headstrong, wanting to be lucky, wishing I could make a fast trip to Celadon and elope with those yummy, yummy poppers.

Absolutely that's enough! No longer will I be a bystander, exhaustively sitting in the front row straining to survey how much those titty-tips have risen. Easily, they're now bounding upwards so buoyantly, seemingly so firm and ready to be bitten. Thus, forever I'm doomed to accept your 'singing' titty-gram invitation, so I knuckle under, and bow downwards to meet your heavenly beauties. Then I thread my kissers onto those tall and fantastic spikes. And one by one, I lift your nips into my lips and bend my tongue on those cute little endings.

There, do you feel that? Answer out, if you do. Things seem to be working well, now that you're responding to this brand of therapy. Indeed, suddenly there's precipitation; in fact, spontaneously, you've gone and gotten all sopping wet from emitting so much of that soft, slippery serum.

So I keep a hand on your cozy, wet 'penis-eater' and with my digits continually playin' around in your muff, my face stays drawn to your cushy, warm bosoms. All the while, as I'm enjoying your mounds and amusing myself and having my way with you, repeatedly, as though each time is a grander and finer experience, I lick-and tug-and bite on those long and dazzling bee-stings.

Eventually though, I wean myself away from your scrumptious bustline. I pull away Misty's lips from my crotch and giving her a loving, appreciated kiss for her service she gave me down there. I kiss her long enough to leave her dazed by the side of the bed and stand to your side and blatantly flaunt what I've got for sexual assets. Moreover, I careen my midsection toward you, and as I'm approaching, my gangly, soft tonsil-tickler is leading the cast, acting like the star and solo hero; plus, a supporting cast of double-trouble wrecking balls is riding the coattails and in pursuit, following not very far behind. What's more, I adjust my units, deliberately, to let 'em hang to within a short reach of your possession. And there, in close proximity, you study my sex and ponder the state of my limpy, unstretched length that's suspended so closely nearby and so boldly near to your touch.

Within a few anxious and well drawn-out moments, you size up my cock's potential and foresee what a bastardly long and pointy thing it will become once it transforms itself and gains strength and girth. I let you reacquaint with my shaftfor a while longer, you stare at my package and speculate on its nasty shape-shifting capabilities, anticipating how soon it'll change and emerge into that fretfully large ramming apparatus, which invariably likes to bash into your pussy.

So stroke that extraneous muscle and get it rosy and excited. Hold me at the base of my dick and twist it left and twist it right. Twist it again, and again, and rub me underneath as well. Afterwards, glide upwards to the head of my prick and circumscribe me at the end of my stem. Then bind it and constrain it-and squeeze down on that vital source of my pride and identity. And meanwhile, as you gently enclose my cusp in your fist, carefully choke my gland and patiently strangulate my pulse. Then keep tending to it until it squiggles to harden and is compelled to reform itself into something that's so immensely different and many ways bigger.

Ah, continue doing your good magic and mend my malleable dong to your liking. And little by little, bit by bit, see how I adapt. And likewise, inspect that meek, meager, underdeveloped entity and observe how it evolves and loses all its springy youthfulness. Then as a result, watch as it firms out ... then lengthens and stiffens. Indeed, that come-of-age, vulgar-looking, x-rated man-thing is ballooning. It's outwardly fit and flexing by its own skill and know-how. In fact, that fattened up, been-around, seen-the-world cock is now seeming chock-full and manly, in every aspect and dimension.

Accordingly, as it's grown vastly, my hefty and laden down erection needs a coed sport with heaps of physical activity. So play ball with me, and make use of our genital pieces. Massage my rigidness and iron me into your velvety, smooth curves. Then, point my swollen ending at your chest and slide my shaft around your spheres and across your high, sky-oriented pebbles.

Nice, nice. Very nice, indeed. Feel my sheath and take advantage of your nakedness. Don't hold anything back, merely dip my fingers into your slit and soak them in your sweet and sticky honeypot. Then accept me there and obsess for more and more of that ultimate soreness.

You're working it over, and rapidly you're bordering on having some gasping contractions. So stay tuned to it and swiftly rock your fingertips, remembering that it's my hand down there-and no, that touch you're feeling-is not of your own doing.

Strictly speaking, now, while you're strumming your hands against the gentle, sleek petal-folds of your pussy, my hand is down there and touching you as well. Therefore, continually flick your nub and generously tease it as much as you want. Then when you're like that-simply relax and unwind; let the sun go down; let the stars come out. Take a long and lengthy lull to regain your serenity, and wipe clean that nagging feeling and wipe away that annoying lust that's mulling around, getting in your hair, and needlessly oppressing you.

So instead, voice it all out and show off your girly-girl accent. Turn up the heat and dial up the loudness. Let me hear you playing with yourself and creating those juicy, sexual acoustics. Ah! now I hear a growl in your groaning. I hear this melee in your moaning, getting hotter and hotter, getting powerfully intense and so incredibly exciting.

So, do it well and let it splatter. Wipe those silky fluids off your platter! Then once in a while, when she needs a firm spanking, open a palm and give her a tapping. Yeah, and if you're whipping and cracking it, and making sounds like you're clapping it, let me hear this, while you're whacking it-slap, pat, pat, pat, slap!

Oh! with that my ears are burning. I hear you shifting and dithering and making odd sounds as if you're flustered and exceedingly restless. So as you're arching and sweeping my hands over your middle, put me into your niche and make everything feel better and wetter.

Then thrust it! and have it crest and spasm. Feel the excited weariness in your shortened breaths; feel the zest in your pounding heart. Your frame is flushing and consumed with sexual happiness, as you face that savory and great completion. So accept it and live it; hold it dear and capture what you can when you come abundantly-over, and over, and over! Oh my gosh, girl! Up to now, you've done really, really well. However, we're not quite through yet; I need your assistance for a few minutes longer. Namely, there's one more task that I've got to tell you. Specifically, there's one last and final directive you downright have to embrace. Stash those fingers in your pink and sink it deep into your wetness. Cover your pubs, and then grate them into the fleshy lips of your peach. There, rub it and scrub it. Grind it 'round and 'round to make naughty, otherworldly noises.

Your lily is dewing and abounding with delightful, dazzling vibrations. And now, more and greater, your affection and zeal is all cheerfully scattering away from your smooth jittering edges.

Undoubtedly then, you're coming! You're faltering and dwelling in the pangs and throes of an ominous and epic climax. So when you're flailing with ecstasy and getting dizzy discovering your 'O', pace it out and become united with those hearty, thriving spasms. Again and again, wow your womanhood and keep her amused and spewing. Then give me an earful of her wetness and douse me liberally with your luscious lady gifts. Therefore, unleash it and let it gush! Soothe your womanly need and have her teary-eyed, drizzling, and showering totally everywhere, all over your fingers.

And it's all well and good, as I'm joined with your dampness. I'm stuck in your convulsing, sun-warming cleft, meticulously eating and licking and depressing my tongue up into that intimate inland. I'm in the heart of this unending adventure causing your pelvis to shudder and go through a myriad of lifting and shaking conundrums. And as your hips wildly pivot, seeking more fulfillment, my face stays affix to your center boosting your bliss and causing even greater commotion.

But regardless of your disarray condition, I don't abandon it. No matter how much I see you shrug, squirm, and shudder, I continue weaving into your splendid slot. I follow each of those heated bodily gyrations, and I snatch more of you and get more of your sweet, sugary substance. Finally your pussy's feeling ruined and coming perfectly undone.

Dawn's been out worked by my tongue and now overwhelmed with joyful stimulation. She's had enough of it! She's losing her grip and dilating to give birth to a thousand more wonderful sensations. It's raining inside her, and she's venting and desperate. She's so moist-and squirting! She's so slick and tender, exposing her bare-naked truth: Her petals have unraveled. She's lost all control again, and I'm there, downstairs, taking her candy. But soon afterwards, her lips crack a grin and her eyes expand wide, as she begins batting her eyelashes with an exaggerating flutter. And as a result of watching the steamy infectious bribe, I'm ready to get extra physical.

"Well then," I say in disgust, "if you want to be a slut, today you're going to do it my way!"

Automatically you execute the mandate. You close your eyes tight and listen for my steps as I baffle around. Subsequently, however, the sounds you hear next are giggles from your girlfriends, as I'm dawdling around. Surely, they are hiding something from you. Then, once you detect that I've stopped digging, shortly after you perceive me hovering above your face as I pull a blindfold over your head, which effectively covers your eyes.

Another barren and trying stretch passes where all you can do is listen to my movements and distress on what I intend to do. For as it is, you're now unseeing and in perfect darkness; even with your eyes open there's nothing to see but an unending sky of blackness. Moreover, without sight your environment shifts, and instantaneously your abilities have to acclimate. You understand touch, smell, and hearing differently now. They are enhancing, adapting, and becoming dramatically keener. So given what you have to work with, you use that recently enlightened awareness and frantically attempt to process the dash of commotion I'm making-in more gathering.

Thereafter, when I seem to have finished what I'm doing, the room quiets to a disturbing stillness. In fact, when it becomes so quiet that you can't hear anything else, mostly what you hear is your heart-galloping rapidly, thumping loudly-and beating sharply within your anxious and aching chest. The frozen deadness of stark secrecy and absence of sound has chilled you to the bone. And increasingly, even more and more, your intuition reminds you that it's just too immensely quiet! Something has to give. Something must happen!

Then suddenly, ... it's terribly unnerving ... the sound it initially makes ... when you have no idea that it's coming. The torrid sound you hear is from a match-striking and igniting-closely near to your ear. The bursting, newly-lit fire violently attains life as it consumes the apex of the wooden stick, and there's something primitively frightening with the way it erupts and swiftly whisks into your soul. Instinctively, your skin crawls in terror, at first, from the thought of a flare being so close to your face, and you feel your heart surging out of pace, as if there's imminent danger to your safety. And within that fracture of reality, the blaze on the match acutely evolves and swells in energy boasting to have muscles that will grow into a bloodthirsty roar. Yet in seconds, as it battles over the rights to its very own existence-inevitably it deflates, and quickly tames. Burning with a much cooler temperament, it now speaks in an almost silent murmur. Afterwards, for a moment, you hear nothing again, and your nerves are relieved that you only needed to endure the panic of the pitching flame for a short period of time. But in the dark, empty quietness, you notice something very, very interesting. In a complete reversal of fortune, your fortitude has been distracted; your head becomes lost in an entirely different spirit of things. There's a new diversion, and something else is in the works. With that same fierceness and startling intensity of experiencing a match lighting suddenly in the dark, you're now cured to worries, having become totally absorbed in pursuing this brand new discovery. Something adoring is in the air! And like sipping on a magic potion-you become emphatically filled with awe.

"Oh! What is that?" you exclaim. And what you've encountered is a fragrance, which is both dearly pleasing and tranquil. Prominently, it's all around and it engulfs your every thought. The savoring trace you smell is of a mellow flame, burning maturely as it extols exotic scents of spicy sandalwood and minty patchouli. And like it's a soft bed of roses, you cuddle into the delicate fumes of the candle and let the floral incense swirl into your imagination. The sweet, balmy haze of the incredible vapors is acting like a catalyst. Like a sexual agent, chemically it cranks on your motor. And like a potent aphrodisiac, its mission as defined is to seduce you to party. Thereby, all your emotional horrors and uneasiness of the dark simply fade away. And the burning candle, which permeates the room with its wonderful soothing aroma, becomes your mate. Impulsively, you latch on: you become wed with the bouquet of garden scents and make love to the goodness of nature's bloom.

You hear the croons of May as she carols, with her lips in my ear. ''Didn't know you could be so romantic…''

Next, Misty's voice makes you quiver when she says, ''You have no idea what's gonna hit you.''

And in addition, incidentally, while the wick of the candle continues to simmer, you hear me again rummaging in a bag and later arranging things out. Then, in your viewpoint, unexpectedly you feel me forcefully grab hold of your wrist and forearm, which is resting near to your waist. I hold your arm firmly down to the bed and gauge your reaction. Sure enough, you jolt and resist my hold at first, but largely because you've been startled. The sedating candle has comforted you; therefore, you convince yourself there isn't a compelling reason to oppose me, so you don't fight back. You relax yourself and never saying a word, you give me your arm unchallenged. Nonetheless, your body quakes when you feel my next move. Shortly after, as I'm holding your forearm, I place a thick and leathery strapping onto your wrist-then I buckle it, and pull it, until it's snug and tight. And ultimately, in a similar manner, I repeat it again. Putting another strap on the other arm, I apply the same equivalent fixture. And again, I shackle it down firmly onto your wrist.

Though you're not yet fully secured, I wait until you steady yourself. Then stoutly I proclaim, "Tonight you deserve all that I give you!"

Immediately after, I follow through with the task at hand. I bring your arms together and link the two leathery cuffs with fasteners. And now with your wrists locked to each other, I lift your arms and lay them directly above your head with the palms facing upward. And what's more-I then tether them down to the bed posts!

Equally important, just as I calculated, you're now in a menacing plight with your arms raised above you and your elbows fanned out like wings of a butterfly. But precariously, instead of disliking the vulnerability, you start to relish being this succulent and defenseless target. Indeed, with your chest uncovered and your body bare and open, you feel inspired to be free and easy. And like a model uncovers herself for a Victoria's Secret ad, you're ready to be viewed and appreciated. You feel hot and fresh for the taking. And like a flower stands ready to be pollinated by any bee that hops onto its petals, you also are here nicely laid out-and available to any man with the wherewithal to jump you.

"That's how I like you," I admit, as you're looking so youngishly innocent and sexually tender. "Tonight-I am your master. You are my property and I'm going to have you-anyway-that I want!"

My overly controlling tone gives you shivers as you lie there buck naked, blind, and consigned to the whims of my temptations. In a mix of concern and amusement, your meat tremors as you feel anxious tingles spiraling down to your quim.

"It's a certainty. At this point, it's irreversible." Mentally, that is to say, those are the words you're thinking because at any given second you expect to be thoughtlessly exploited. Still, while that may be true, you also crave to know specifically what I meant by my latest declaration. And even though it's an improper time to disrespect my authority, you wish to start a dialogue to get an explanation. So then ambitiously you dare to echo, "Yes, Master."

"Quiet!" I remind you. "I don't need any back talk!"

You take a gulp and bite down on your jaw, trying to mute your voice as you freeze your pose.

Not long after, once more you sense me moving above you. Then taking a deep breath in the darkness, unaware of what I plan to accomplish, you feel electrified with delight at the first touch of my mouth as I start to arouse your nipple. Your legs flinch as though you've never been touch that way before, and a surprisingly agreeable sensation sprinkles all throughout your body. Gently, then, I nurture myself on your succulent bosoms, and as I partake in nibbling on the wholesome ends of your excited peaks, you allow the gratification to disseminate everywhere into your being. Again you revert back to fidgeting and squirming to ease some of the tension.

However, I'm not ready for you to enjoy this, so easily. You can't solely be having this much fun yet. Your wrongness can't be rewarded until you show the anguish and remorse befitting your crime. So to discourage you from gaining any lasting security, I sternly reprimand you again, saying: "Listen up! I said to stay still!"

Like a good and loving wench you do your best to obey me, but despite your willingness to do so, your body is rebelling and pleading you to break that oppressive clause which forbids you to open your mouth. Thus, just as women do so intuitively well, you ignore what men say-and you liberate your vocals. You go overboard and express yourself by letting loose with some passionate, amorous moaning. Colorfully in this telling manner, you air out your inner feelings, and reveal it with delicious sighs and mini songs of graphic pleasure. And so again and again, it seems to reverberate as you pant in deep intonations; however, while you continue making those soft, lowly whispers, you hope the barely audible tenor will slip beneath my notice.

But incidentally, as you continue to squalor and carry on like a bird chirping in the morning sun, the yapping chatter you emit doesn't escape my attention. Absolutely, I know your non-silent friskiness is in violation of my order. But figuratively, I let it slide in that way-because I like your backdoor way of asking for forgiveness. It's a fine start to an apology, and hearing you moaning in a state of lovemaking suits me well.

Hence, I don't scold you for that piece of disobedience because, honestly, I don't wish you to stop. On the contrary, the deep, stealthy pitch I discover is inherently rich in feminine substance. My heart is hooked on those sexy grunting noises, so I want to hear you creating even more of those distinguishing chants. Ultimately, then, I need you in restless heat and prefer you gasping out of breath, huffing and puffing, and speaking with babbling troubled patterns.

Consequently, as I re-engage my priorities, I continue onwards idolizing your body and admiring your lovable skin covering. Amazingly, I can't understand why I find your breasts to be so beautiful. Their magnetic powers are far reaching and so fascinating, and their persuasion and influence expand beyond my comprehension. Though what I do know is, the more I adore you and gaze into those two circular nipple spouts, the more it appeases my eyes and fills my virtually wanting belly. Then little by little, trying to gather your unique flavor, I sample your budding boobs with my tongue and feel your terrific outline within my palms. Namely, I keep gliding along your suggestive surface, and like I'm on a merry-go-round, repeatedly I sail round the circumference of your smooth, shapely pillows. Meticulously, I study the topography of your lofty mountains and allow my lips to tour up and down your bosoms. I kiss the valleys. And I kiss the softly textured hills. But before long, I return to the swollen summit tips, and I alternate milking your hard and pointy nipples. Gladly I tamper with your erected form while letting those tasty, corn-niblet nips satisfy the enormous hunger in my mouth.

Internally, you holler, "Oh, I like what he's doing!" And by now you're longing to use your hands to take hold and finger work those suffering parts of your pussy. But with the way your hands are strapped above your head, that's impossible. Alternatively, instead, you fritter away attempting to pinch your thighs inwardly, just a tad, as you yearn to squeeze that tingling irk that's romancing around in your inside.

And through the disoriented and blackened void in your eyes, you have to cope with the variety of smooches you receive to your skin. There's no vision to frame your perception, so every kiss and lick feels wetter than it should. You're edgy in excitement and gushing with urges. Pleasure whirls into your nerves. And like a handheld shower-head, hanging upside down and wrongly placed, it's set to massage and vibrate on your aching aches-and you feel it provoking you and dashing you with pleasure.

"Oh do me!" You resort to fantasizing about that nasty shower spigot. With the would-be dial notched at supersonic spray, the supposed water jettisons outward in little pearls that briskly bead into your soft, flustering tissue. And you imagine yourself being fucked as the drizzle simultaneously goes pitter-patter into your sensitive ridges. The warming glow of the splashing, make-believe fluid has heated your insides and now feels like creamy butter melting within your loins. "Please, yes!" you shout out to a horny husband willing to direct that spigot to just the right angle. You feel the aerosol of the shower water dousing your skin, and it makes you want to yowl, "Come on and fuck me! Use your hose and thoroughly blast my pussy!"

And with that, your nookie is knotting and your clam is cracking. You're almost there and coming apart. "Give me more, ... I want a little more!" You experience a small series of climaxes of sorts, but really what you need is that big outstanding orgasm, which slowly oozes and torments to a bitterly sweet happy ending.

But unfortunately it's too early! You'll have to make do with holding on and waiting longer. Though your arousal is on a climb and your pussy has the 'caffeine' jitters, for whatever reason, the stimulation rudely ceases. Specifically, I'm no longer grazing my hand on your skin or gently kissing your pretty tits. That mode of affection has ended; because for now, I've stopped playing and teasing you.

Again, the odd, eerie silence causes your intellect to race. In a flash, you vividly recall your position in the dark. And stripped of any decent means to protect yourself, you feel helpless and naked. What now? You want to beg for more, but as you've learned, you know you dare not ask for anything. Privately within, as your pussy throbs like the pulse of a heart, you're thirsting and craving madly for me to do something to end the mystery. Hence at first, you're glad when you hear sounds as if I'm proceeding to undressing myself, and with that there's a relief in guessing I've softened my aggression, taken pity, and am now ready to consummate the evening, with you as my better-than-a-virgin gift. But afterwards, your brief optimism takes a dreadful turn when you hear that awfully familiar disturbance. That sound-you recognize and come to know-means I'm snooping for something else. It's that bag again! And clearly you know, whatever I find might very well be used to further mistreat you. But again, you'll have to wait to find out what it is and know for sure.

Then, in the absence of anything eventful occurring, for what seems like a needlessly long pause, every second gets wasted in idle vain and the hollow stillness therein kindles an emptiness that adds more to your nervousness. Moreover, without having negotiated a save exit, nor make any other provisions for your safety, you feel unsettled and uncomfortable with the enigma of accepting this journey unconditionally, without even an ounce of struggle. So patiently, as you yield in blinded bondage-submitting and trusting I'll be gentle, though suspecting I may not-you are, however, confident I'll be responsible, and I'll not unjustly punish you for more than what's required.

After all-to be shamelessly subjugated, bound with mystery, fully nude and forced to discover unforeseen sexual pleasures ... well, when you consider your naughtiest, darkest cravings, being here now, right as you are-subdued and in the cuffs of a reckless uncertainty-well then, ... aren't you enjoying this? ... Isn't this just like you wanted it?