As I slip off each shoe I go over the rules. Tonight’s theme is sensory overload. You will not peek, no matter how strong the urge. I told you the tie would come in handy. You are at your honor to keep hands on the armrests with palms facing up. Do as you are told and this could work to your advantage. But only if you behave.
I straddle your lap with one knee on each side of your thighs. My lace covered nipples lay within a hairbreadth of your five o’clock shadow. Are your lips tempted? I slip the tie over the crown of your head and gently tighten it over your eyes. Just enough to darken your vision. No peeking.
I sink my fingers deep into your hair, ruffling it while massaging my fingers gently yet claw like along your scalp with the intent to bring waves of relaxed pleasure to an often overlooked pleasure zone. Your head falls back into the chair. Now you’re getting it. Relax. Enjoy. My fingers graze behind your ears, massaging your lobes between the pads of my finger and thumb. I scratch gingerly down your neck, zigzagging back and forth down your chest, brushing the tips of your tight nipples with the palm of my hand. My fingers trail to the treasure trove of your dripping, pulsating cock that I am yearning to lap at with my tongue. Just one little taste. I wouldn’t want to be a cock tease.
Creamy salty sweetness greets my tongue. You are pure delight. A deep, guttural moan rolls off your tongue. Your right hand grasps my shoulder.
I catch your cock playfully between tongue and teeth and hum disapproval. No touching. You’ve broken the rules. One slow suck over the head of your cock and I allow the savory head to slip from my lips.
My fingernails lightly rake along the inside of your thighs to the crux of your knees. If it is touch you desire, then it is touch you shall receive.
…Don’t miss the last part of Blindfolded. You’ll be glad you came back for more than seconds.
© Cheri Loughlin 2015