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there for a few seconds longer. This man is mine and I am his, what a moment to beseech.
Marc holds the blindfold in position as I wrap it around him and tie a knot at the back, not too tight though...
“How does that feel Marc? Not too uncomfortable?” An air of innocence and defencelessness suddenly radiates from around him. That's the only way I can describe it really.
He touches the scarf to make sure it is firmly in place, “No, that's fine. You have done too good a job of it. Are sure you haven't done this before Ms Chambers?”
The playfulness in his voice helps to put me at ease a little more.
“No, I most certainly haven't Mr Sanders, but from where I am standing now, I can see this not being the last time we do this.”
“Well that's a whole lot more than I can see at the moment, but I do like your way of thinking and certainly the idea of that. Maybe we could do it the other way round next time.”
I really laugh at what he says and with his way with words, I don't feel nervous about this whatsoever now.
“You not being able to see is the whole point Mr Sanders and I am coming around to your way of thinking as well.” Checking the blindfold one last time, I lean back on my heels. “Are you ready?”
“Ready as I'll ever be sweetheart.”
Even though he cannot see a thing, I sit him up and slowly undress in front of him. Helping him a bit, I allow him to undo my jeans and slide them down for me to step
out of. I guide his hand to the tops of my thighs and let him skim his fingers over my skin, until he reaches my silk French knickers.
“Why Ms Chambers, going by how wet these are, I can guess you have been enjoying this evening just as much as I have. So I think we need to dispose of them before they become too uncomfortable, don't you?”
“Oh I definitely agree, I will let you do the honours Sir.”
In a taunting manner, Marc gradually slides them down. As the elastic reaches my knees, he playfully kisses the apex at my thighs.
I tug hard at his hair to bring his head back, “Now, now Mr Sanders. I believe it is me calling the shots here.”
Once I am totally naked, I leave Marc for a few seconds to get what I require for what I have in store.
“Lie back on the bed for me please Marc. Try and relax.”
For the next fifteen minutes or so, I am both a participator and spectator in one of the most erotic moments of my entire life. I watch on as Marc writhes with each delicate touch I place on his stomach. I start by running the cold ice I got from the freezer down his abdomen and then with the change to butterfly kisses from my warm lips, he contracts every muscle. This is replaced again with drops of cool white wine, which I then graciously lap up with my tongue. It is an amazing sight and one I can most definitely get used to. I dispose of his trousers fully and straddling his thighs, I remove the blindfold. I cannot hold back from the inevitable for any longer.
Bending at the waist, I whisper in his ear, “Make love to me Marc.”
He sits us both up, fists his hands in the back of my hair and kisses me as though his life depended on it. His mouth is pressed hard against mine and the rough stubble upon his face, turns my skin red raw. Rolling me over, he takes control of me, of the situation. Nuzzling on each of my breasts, I bow and arch my back to increase the pleasure. He moves down my body; licking and tasting while teasing my nipples once more. For the rest of the night he doesn't hold back from indulging and pleasing me, he seems to feed on the sexual sounds escaping from deep within me. Writhing under his touch, I know I can't hold back for much longer. Watching him towering above me I say the words I have been wanting to say.
“I love you Marc Sanders.”
We're both breathing heavily from the exertion of our foreplay.
“I love you too Isabel Chambers.”
He delicately places
Marc holds the blindfold in position as I wrap it around him and tie a knot at the back, not too tight though...
“How does that feel Marc? Not too uncomfortable?” An air of innocence and defencelessness suddenly radiates from around him. That's the only way I can describe it really.
He touches the scarf to make sure it is firmly in place, “No, that's fine. You have done too good a job of it. Are sure you haven't done this before Ms Chambers?”
The playfulness in his voice helps to put me at ease a little more.
“No, I most certainly haven't Mr Sanders, but from where I am standing now, I can see this not being the last time we do this.”
“Well that's a whole lot more than I can see at the moment, but I do like your way of thinking and certainly the idea of that. Maybe we could do it the other way round next time.”
I really laugh at what he says and with his way with words, I don't feel nervous about this whatsoever now.
“You not being able to see is the whole point Mr Sanders and I am coming around to your way of thinking as well.” Checking the blindfold one last time, I lean back on my heels. “Are you ready?”
“Ready as I'll ever be sweetheart.”
Even though he cannot see a thing, I sit him up and slowly undress in front of him. Helping him a bit, I allow him to undo my jeans and slide them down for me to step
out of. I guide his hand to the tops of my thighs and let him skim his fingers over my skin, until he reaches my silk French knickers.
“Why Ms Chambers, going by how wet these are, I can guess you have been enjoying this evening just as much as I have. So I think we need to dispose of them before they become too uncomfortable, don't you?”
“Oh I definitely agree, I will let you do the honours Sir.”
In a taunting manner, Marc gradually slides them down. As the elastic reaches my knees, he playfully kisses the apex at my thighs.
I tug hard at his hair to bring his head back, “Now, now Mr Sanders. I believe it is me calling the shots here.”
Once I am totally naked, I leave Marc for a few seconds to get what I require for what I have in store.
“Lie back on the bed for me please Marc. Try and relax.”
For the next fifteen minutes or so, I am both a participator and spectator in one of the most erotic moments of my entire life. I watch on as Marc writhes with each delicate touch I place on his stomach. I start by running the cold ice I got from the freezer down his abdomen and then with the change to butterfly kisses from my warm lips, he contracts every muscle. This is replaced again with drops of cool white wine, which I then graciously lap up with my tongue. It is an amazing sight and one I can most definitely get used to. I dispose of his trousers fully and straddling his thighs, I remove the blindfold. I cannot hold back from the inevitable for any longer.
Bending at the waist, I whisper in his ear, “Make love to me Marc.”
He sits us both up, fists his hands in the back of my hair and kisses me as though his life depended on it. His mouth is pressed hard against mine and the rough stubble upon his face, turns my skin red raw. Rolling me over, he takes control of me, of the situation. Nuzzling on each of my breasts, I bow and arch my back to increase the pleasure. He moves down my body; licking and tasting while teasing my nipples once more. For the rest of the night he doesn't hold back from indulging and pleasing me, he seems to feed on the sexual sounds escaping from deep within me. Writhing under his touch, I know I can't hold back for much longer. Watching him towering above me I say the words I have been wanting to say.
“I love you Marc Sanders.”
We're both breathing heavily from the exertion of our foreplay.
“I love you too Isabel Chambers.”
He delicately places
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