I’ve never been tied up before but you make it sound so fun.
You told me about how sensual the rope was. How beautiful it’d make me look. How it was like a personal frame for my body. The danger of sex when you couldn’t even wiggle away, and just for fun we left my panty hose on so you’d be able to rip it off later.
I couldn’t believe how right you were. Feeling that cotton run along my skin. The soft burn tug against sensitive flesh as you pull my wrists up. Tie my legs open. Bind my breasts until they look like they’re about to pop. Leaving me open to all your wicked desires.
You start with my nipples. Running your fingers over the hard nubs, the blood forced to stay in them making every touch. Every caress that much more intense. Pinching the hard nubs makes me whimper, my pussy soaked by the teasing touches.
You know what I want but are making me wait. Making me beg for it. I want to feel you inside me so bad but you won’t touch me where I need it the most. I can feel the pantyhose sticking to my pussy and thighs they are so wet with my own juices and I pull and tug on my ropes to try to make you fuck me.
You’ve put me so on edge that by the time you move your hands to to my pussy. Your fingers gathering the soft sensual mesh of the pantyhose twisting it in your fists. I can feel it pull taut against me and I’ve nearly came from your fingers being so close.
My eyes meet yours and I beg, I begged like my life depended on it. I could see your hard cock and I wanted it so bad it hurt. “Please fuck me… Please please please… Fuck me!”