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One of my early stories – written for a girl I was seeing at the time.

She comes in the door, I am waiting, sitting on a chair in the corner of the room, that half smile that means I am thinking something mischievous playing across my face. She sees I am holding something, toying with it in my hands, it seems to be a simple square of black cloth. She comes over, peck me on the cheek and is about to speak when I put my finger to her lips, take her hand and lead her to the bedroom. I have her stand next to the bed and remove your backpack from your shoulder. As I fold the black square of material into a long flat rectangle you start to figure out what it is. I move behind her and tie the material over her eyes, over her ears, fastening it securely. She then feels my fingers at the hooks fastening her dress as I undo them, guiding it off her shoulders and letting it pool at her feet. I squeeze her earlobe with my lips, pulling at it. Her underwear is slipped down your legs and joins her dress at her feet. As at all times it takes me a few attempts to unfasten her bra and this too is removed.

Then there is silence – her hearing is accentuated but the blindfold covering her ears makes it difficult to sense the direction of sounds. It feels like it is an age she has been standing there – naked – fully exposed – in blackness. Then I am there next to her guiding her up and on to the bed – I position her kneeling with her knees well aside, her hands clasped behind her. Music starts playing, making it even more difficult for her to hear me move. For a minute that seems more like a year she doesn’t hear me move, then there are fingertips that seem electrified gently dragging up the outside of her thigh, slowly moving up past her waist and along the side of her breast, stopping to caress her neck. then a kiss on a breast, fingertips along a buttock, up her spine. never quite sure where will be next. Then quiet again.

The finger tips are back this time along the inside of her thighs – as they move upwards they are maddeningly close to her crotch but each time seem to change path at the last minute. At last there is the merest touch – she moves her hips trying to make contact but nothing. She can’t cannot hear me moving – her head cranes in all directions trying to pick up a sound that would indicate where I am. there is a light thud – it appears to come from over her right shoulder (I threw a small book into the corner to distract you). I slip between her thighs and quickly, firmly run my tongue the length of her dripping pussy. the sudden unexpected contact has her just about collapse. I grasp her hips and hold her, gently teasing with my tongue. then stopping, each time I stop she tries to grind onto my face – but I hold her away. She cries out “ahhhhggghhh” in frustration and try to wriggle from my grasp – but I hold her tight. And again my tongue finds its target, bringing her to the brink and again I hold her away her hips grinding but finding nothing but air. When you are just about to scream in frustration I allow you to sink down, you grind against my face and with a few well placed strokes of my tongue I send you over the edge..

NSFW: yes

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