burn with me

You kiss me so sweetly and put a black blindfold over my eyes. Knot it behind my head without interrupting the kiss. You put your arms around me and pull me to you. Someone comes into the room and approaches us.

You slowly let go of me and stroke down my arms from my shoulders to my hands. I don’t move and listen.

A man says something I don’t understand.

“You don’t believe me, but you will believe me,” you say to him. “I’m just giving her what she wants.”

The man replies with something short. He sounds shy and fearful. I can hear him breathing quickly and flatly.

You walk across the room and get something. The soft sound that leather straps make when they rub against each other tells me what it is. My breath quickens. The visitor moves.

“Don’t worry, she’s not tied up, not drugged, and here completely voluntarily. Isn’t that what you want, my heart?” you ask, turning to me.

“Yes.”, I say and nod.

“Are you scared?”

“No.”, I say, and I have to smile. Fear is the last emotion I would think of. Your closeness alone makes me hot, and the stranger’s presence fades into the background as I feel you close to me.

“Take off your shirt,” you say casually, and I obey. I pull it over my head without touching the blindfold.

You’re taking it out of my hand. Then I feel your finger trace the contours of my bra, and a shiver of anticipation runs through my body.

“Does she look like she doesn’t want it?” you ask. The man doesn’t answer.

You kiss me lightly on the lips.

“Turn around.” I obey.

You kiss my shoulder and neck as you take off my bra. Briefly, I am aware of my nakedness in the face of the stranger, but your warm body behind me clouds my senses.

“Put your hair up and your hands to your head,” you say.

I gather my hair and wrap it around my right hand. Then I put my right hand over my left, which is already on my head. I spread my elbows off to the side because I want you to like the sight.

You put the whip over my right shoulder, and the long fringes fall down to my breasts and tickle me. Your hands caress my arms, my sides, and my waist. Your fingers touch the sides of my bare breasts, and you put your left hand into the waistband of my jeans from behind to hold me in place as you kiss my neck firmly.

Then you step back, and I stand up straight, slightly drunk from your touch.