Velvet (fantasy) I'm multifaceted

[Gi****]

Flesh against flesh, that is how it started. Hands roaming across supple breasts, down toned stomach, around her voluptuous hips. My fingers walked up the inside of slippery thighs, like they were my passageway to heaven.

I gazed lovingly into her eyes. As I ran my fingers back up her side she let out a giggle. I teased her, kissing her lips, my lips like feathers to hers, just enough pressure to quiet the laugh that tugs at my heart so. I allowed my hands to caress the glorious landscape that is her body, my lips following the soft, almond terrain.

As I made my way down to the treasure that she held so truly she stopped me. "Wait," she said, fighting her heavy breath. I sat back on my heels, waiting for her next words. Next thing that I knew she had thrown me down onto the bed.

I had always taken the lead--her followed. This turn of events aroused me to no end. "Please," I begged. "Take me as you will."

Slowly, lovingly, she entered me. First one finger, then two. I looked deeply into her powder blue eyes as she descended below. Unexpectedly she tasted me. My thighs tightened as her piercing tongue traced its way back to my clit, giving it a slight flick that sent a jolt through my spine. I felt teeth on that sensitive nub and the sensations almost sent me flying over the edge.

"Close your eyes," she said. "Trust me." Her deep gaze and low, sensuous voice didn't allow me to oppose. Hands on my thighs she spread my legs. The sound of dresser drawers opening aroused my curiosity but I did as she asked, keeping my eyes closed. She pulled out a length of dark purple rope,velvet, and tied my ankles to the footposts of our queen sized bed. Next she did the same to my wrists, binding them to the headboard. Oh, glorious ***.

Feathers teased from my neck to the most sensitive of areas, followed by ice. She drew the ice down my body, tracing the same lines the feathers had followed, carefully teasing around my breasts down to my lips. She pushed the ice inside of me bit by magnificently torturous bit. Her warm breath slowly melting the ice as her tongue followed the ice in, teasing. Her teeth being used ever so gently, applying pressure to bring pleasure to the ***.

She began reciting her every move. "One finger," she said as my breathing hardened.
"Two." She kissed me softly, nibbling my bottom lip. "Three," she whispered, her low, sexy voice bored deep into my soul. "Four," she said, quiet as a mouse as she started biting my ear. If ever there was a term for exquisite agony I found out that night. My breath had disappeared, heart racing, bound to our bed. She was in complete control.

Bound but by no means broken
I shall always remember and be thankful for
Velvet.