Clitoris Masturbation
by Adult Porn Blog FROM : SOLITAIRE ONE
TO : HEATHER DAWSON
SUBJECT: NASTY TALK!!!
Heather, just as I hung up I realized that my previous response was
selfish. I onl concentrated on what would make me happy. But what you
want is what’ll make you happy. OK!! Here is my fantasy:
I’d take you into the bedroom where the lights are off and only two
candles illuminate the scene. Gently I’d slip your robe from your
shoulders, letting my lips caress your bare neck and shoulders as I
slip the straps down your arms, leaving you naked from the waist up.
Gently I reach for your nipples and touch just the end with my
fingertip, brushing the surface so lightly that you have to look down
to make sure you’re being stroked.
Kneeling behind you, I slip your gown to the floor, helping you raise
your legs so you can step out of it. Pressing gently, I force you to
bend over so your hands are on the bed as I let my tongue, moistened
with desire, slide gently down the crack of your ass, poking gently and
wetly at your anus. I feel you moan as you spread your legs farther
apart to give me access to the moist warm treasure between your legs.
Delicately I flick my tongue into the vaginal cavity, letting you feel
me trying to fuck you with it as I taste the first of many floods of
fluid gushing from your pussy.
I gently push you up on the bed and tie your hands to the bedposts
using velvet ropes, so soft that they caress rather than bind, yet so
strong that you can’t escape their confinement. I place a spreader bar
between your thighs, tying it with more velvet ropes, and I gently
caress the indentations it causes in your firm thighs.
Kissing you gently, I place the blindfold over your eyes, shutting out
all visual stimulation and insuring that you can only respond to my
actions.
I get a warm washcloth and pot of water, using the warmth to soften
your pussy hairs so I can shave you cleanly. You gasp as you feel the
coldness of the razor against your warm pussy, and you struggle sightly
as you realize what I am doing. You will look like a little girl
again, and you aren’t sure you want to revert to your childhood. As
you realize that struggling is futile, you relax, letting me complete
the task of stripping bare your treasure.
I clean you using the washcloth, and you moan as you feel the rough
cloth rubbing on your inner lips, now so engorged with lust that they
protrude at least an inch, open and moistened with the pussy cream
oozing from your cunt. I lean over and flick your clit with my tongue,
and your hips raise off the bed, searching for more stimulation.
I leave the room, leaving you in a state of excitement that builds as
you strain to listen for my return. Several times you think you feel
something on your body, caressing its sensitive surface, but its only
the air currents stroking you as a lover would.
I return. You feel something cold on your nipple and then you feel
furry things with sandpaper tongues licking your nubbins. I have
dripped thick whipping cream on your tits and have released a litter
of kittens to clean you up. Your body squirms as you try to discover
what I have done to you. Alternately you feel sharp claws digging in
as you try to dislodge the kittens on your chest, and you feel the
superb tickling as their tiny tongues worry your nipples until you
think they’ll burst.
You feel the kittens moving down your defensless body as I drip cream
on your stomach and down to the hidden treasures between your spread
legs. I don’t let the cream enter your pussy until I hear your
groaning and cussing, begging for release.
I let just one drop enter your pussy, and several of the kittens begin
to compete for it, their bodies and tongues washing all over your pussy
lips. I have a dollop of cream that has been stiffly whipped, and I
gently put it directly on your clit. All the kittens attack your clit
at once and you scream as the sensations drive you to a massive orgasm,
the cream flowing from your vagina and creating another fountain for
the kittens. As you feel the tongues in your cunt, you spasm again and
again, until you are completely exhausted, your limbs dropping to the
bed as your chest heaves as if you have just run a race.
I leave the room. You doze as the exhaustion overtakes you. When you
awaken, I am sitting beside you, but you don’t know it.
Guess what I am going to do to you now??
That’ll have to wait for later.