NOTE: This is a true retelling. No fabrication or fiction. Enjoy reading about our cowritten adventures.
Hot water ran over her curves and her mind raced with possibilities and scenarios.
A few feet away from the shower, he made the necessary preparations in the bedroom. He secured the wrist and ankle straps underneath the mattress and neatly arranged at least a dozen various sex toys on a large towel beside the bed.
She stepped from the shower and saw that he was ready for her, standing beside the bed with a giant grin on his face and the tip of his above-average cock dripping clear juice. She dropped the towel and walked toward him.
He knew how he wanted begin, but he wasn't sure the steps he'd take to fulfill her fantasy. A few weeks earlier, she had shared how she wanted to be tied down, totally at his mercy, and have him do whatever he wanted. The "whatever" part of that had his mind swimming in sexy options.
She was more than ready too. Fresh from the shower, her body was a blank canvas ready to be painted by her passionate artist.
Her insides shook in anxious anticipation. She was a little nervous, but in a good way. Her abiding love for him was built on a deep friendship, unquestionable trust, constant fun, and off-the-charts compatibility.
He was a phenomenal lover, and the way he showed it was pure ecstasy every time.
She knew the affectionate caress of his fingers, hands, tongue and mouth. She knew the impressive length of his stamina. But she did not know what he would do. Would he drill her hard from behind over and over again until her pussy was swollen and sore? Would he lick her clit, making her cum, until she begged him to stop? Would she lose control? Would she cum too quick? Would she cum more than once? Would he...? Would she...?
She was a very visual woman, who relished watching his every move when making love to her. This fantasy brought a new challenge to her by reducing her senses to only feeling him while he enjoyed her.
She was infatuated with how his body moved on hers, from his large hands running up and down her smooth skin to the way he slides his body up hers--which floods her insides with warmth and sends chills down her spine.
He set the camera on the dresser facing the foot of the empty king-sized bed and hit record. They loved to record themselves wrapped in each other's arms and covered in each other's juices. Those passionate love-making session recordings made for great material to watch and please themselves while miles apart. The sizzling-hot videos served as way for them to be intimate and feel close between their visits. But for him, the videos also served as a sort of sexual research.
While rewatching past videos and pleasing his cock, he became a student of her body. He observed little moments of her heightened pleasure, like when he slicked his fingers with his precum and slid them across her lips. She would softly moan when she licked her lips and taste his slightly-sweet saltiness. He studied how slipping his thumb in her bottom made her lose control all over his cock.
He also watched her please herself and learned how she changed the pace, power and depth of her favorite dildo right before she cum. In the beginning, she took long, full thrusts to stretch herself and work her juices through herself. Sometimes she pushed the large, black cock into her depths and stopped, filling and feeling her cunt full. Then right before she climaxed, she used short, medium-powered pulses to plunge herself over the edge.
He absorbed these delicious details and would later put them into action because he loved seeing her pleased. He wanted her to be satisfied beyond her wildest imaginations as a show of his love toward her.
She had studied him too, watching his body make love to her many times in the mirror, through their shared videos, and in her mind. She memorized every vivid detail of how he made love to her. She knew the curve of his thighs between her legs, the flex of his muscles while he thrust into her, and the way his arms tightened while holding her close. She felt so close to him, looking deep into his beautiful green eyes while they share this precious gift of love and desire they have for each other. This time, she wouldn't be able see a thing, it would all be feeling, and her heart fluttered.
They kissed off-screen for a minute. And then he led her to the bed. She laid her curvy, naked body down on her back and stretched her arms and legs into an X-position.
He gently walked around and adjusted the restraints on her ankles first, and then her wrists, one by one. She tugged to test their hold to see if it she was comfortably restrained. She could move her arms and legs a few inches, but not enough to be able to reach out and touch him.
Her delicious body fastened there across the width of the bed. He bent over her face, and gave her a tender, upside-down kiss.
She got one more look in his eyes, smiled and said, "I love you."
"I love you," he responded.
He tied the blindfold behind her head and slipped it down over her eyes. Her vision went dark. She had no sight and no control, and she shifted her mind into total trust and vulnerability.
She lay there in her full bare-naked glory, helpless, and immobile. Her gorgeous smile beaming in excitement at the unknown. Her entire smooth body was there for his taking. Her perfect pussy there for his pleasure. This was her fantasy, but her body was a gift to him.
"Look at you," he said. "You look so beautiful. You are my blank canvas today."
Her body was a playground of paradise. There wasn't a single thing he would change about her. Every single inch of her skin was flawlessly smooth. Her legs were strong and her thighs filled his hands. Her bottom round and full, just grabbing it during sex could make him cum. Her breasts were large, C-cup in size, with quarter-sized light pink aureolas topped with firm and responsive nipples. Her neck was sensitive to his hot mouth. Licking her ears and breathing on one always made her purr, and often put her over the edge. She was a phenomenal kisser and could fire up his insides with just one kiss.
Her pussy was luxurious. The first time he slid into her, he was shocked and said, "I didn't know vagina could feel this good!"
His mind was blown the first time he felt her. The first three inches of her cone-shaped cunt narrow into a tight, circular ridge, and sensually squeeze the ridges of his cockhead. Once past her ridge, her cunt opens up slightly into a warm pool of wet silk. Along the top of her vagina, a small washboard of ridges form her G-spot and add intense sensations to the head of his in the right position.
All the pleasure he could ever want lay before him for the taking in this woman he adored.
He knelt on the bed near her legs, and his large hands roamed all over her soft, but fit body from her ankles to her outstretched palms. His gentle, loving touches calmed her nerves and she let out a deep breath.
"Mmmm," she moaned. "I can feel you dripping on my legs."
He grabbed a small black wand with a tuft of soft feathers on one end. He ran the feathers along her right leg, up her side, around her left breast, up her neck and across her face.
He leaned over her body and began lightly running his smooth lips along her neck, up and down her left arm and then up and down her right arm. His face came back to her chin and he rubbed his beard down the middle of her stomach and along her left thigh.
Her soft moans assured him she was enjoying this.
He centered his body over hers, his chin at her belly button, and leaned his weight on her and slowly slid his muscular chest up her body from her thighs to her chest. The tip of his hardness grazed her flushed pussy lips. She tried to spread her legs open and pull his dick inside, eager for him, but the restraints didn't let her have her way.
He sat back and slicked his right two fingers with clear juices and glossed her lips with his precum.
"Ahhhhh," she moaned, and licked her lips.
"You are so fuckable," he whispered.
