I had this dream about you. I was kneeling on a bed; I could feel you kissing my neck; could see your hands touching me, pulling at the fabric of my sweater. You were squeezing my tits with your left hand and rubbing my cunt with your right. I could taste cum on my lips, so I knew that I had pleasured you already. I reached up to thread my fingers into your hair, gripping you hard at each burst of pleasure. With my other hand I reached back to seize your cock, I could feel it getting hard again, feel it pulsing.
Your hands dive under my sweater, lifting it over my head, freeing more skin to taste. You rip the clasp of my bra open. As I aid you in taking it off you squeeze my tits, lightly pinching the nipples, making them hard. You turn me around to face you, locking your lips with mine. I touch the tip of my tongue to your upper lip, asking you to deepen your kiss. Your hands cruise down my body to cup my ass, as you press your fingers between my legs you can feel my wetness seeping through my jeans.
I slip my hands over your naked thighs, up your hips, under the shirt you still wear. I rake my nails over your back, lower to your ass, then bring my hands around to cup you again, just for a second before I push your shirt up so I can lick your nipples.
Knowing if I continued to touch you like this you would never get to torture me with pleasure you decide to bind my hands.
You guide me onto my back, still kissing me, rubbing against me. You pull my hands away from you and ask me to close my eyes…you get up from the bed to get the rope from your computer bag, you watch me. I can hear you moving around, hear a zipper, but I don’t think anything of it. I hear you take off you shirt as you walk back to the bed. You look at my face to see that my eyes are closed, I have a very content look on my face… you ask me what I’m thinking…
“I was just thinking how much I want to touch you.” As you climb back onto the bed, I feel your hand skim over my tummy, I reach out to cup you but you grab my hands and push them over my head. I open my eyes in surprise and begin to protest. You smother it with a deep kiss. After you kiss me breathless, you trail you lips over my cheek, as your tongue licks my ear you see gooseflesh forms on my skin. I moan and turn my head to give you better access, I feel your grip loosen on my hands and try to touch you again. I’m only able to get one hand free before you catch it again…
“Oh no you don’t,” you say, “you just keep your hands to yourself.”
But I just can’t help myself. You roll on top of me, my legs wrap around you and I grind against your hard cock… you groan, and reach for your rope.
“Since you’re going to be a little vixen, I’m going to tie you up. Then I’m going to drive you over the edge.” You say this as you begin to wrap rope around my wrists. I give a mild fight, telling you not to, that I want to touch you. I beg you let me feel your cock in my hands, but to no avail. After tying my wrists you move up the bed to tie the rest of the rope to the headboard.
“You’re mine now…” and the sweet torture begins.
"First thing, these jeans have got to go.”
I watch you as you open the clasp and undo the zipper. I lift my bottom off the bed as you ease me out of my jeans. My legs lift; you pull my jeans off and rest my ankles on you shoulders. You begin to kiss and lick you way down my inner calf; your teeth graze my inner thigh. Just as I think you’re going to start to suckle me you come out from between my legs and lie next to me. You look down at my face to see me staring up at you… willing you with my eyes to touch me. You lay your hand over my cheek, your thumb brushes across my lips. I catch the pad between my teeth, flicking my tongue against it.
“What do you want me to do to you?”