Iβve always had a fantasy about being tied up and blindfolded. I guess because I live such a fast-paced life, Iβve always loved the idea of being completely submissive to someone, perhaps multiple people, perhaps both sexes. I picture being left naked and tied to a bed for other people to do what they will to. Perhaps one person runs a flower or a piece of ice along my skin, slowly teasing me as I grow more aroused. Another drips champagne along my pecs. The bubbles slowly roll down my skin before a soft tongue slides across my chest flicking up the drops.
Meanwhile, hands massage the insides of my thighs; then a long fingernail lightly runs against my balls. As this continues, light kisses tingle my abs, slowly moving down, to my waist, the edges of my hips, and the inside of my thighs. My body bristles with anticipation as I feel a soft kiss just below my ear, then along the sides of my face, before a tongue grazes the tips of my lips. I try to lean forward, to taste the lips I can only imagine, but they move back. A hand runs through my hair, pulling my head back against the bed, as a slight laugh drifts down to me. The lips return to my skin, pressing against my throat, my neck, and along my collarbone. I try to reach out, but my hands are being restrained; then I finally taste the lips against my own, followed by a tongue sliding into my mouth. I return the sensation before the tongue is quickly removed, as a body glides against my skin, breasts pressing into my face, followed by hips, as a body comes to rest before me. I can smell the mix of sweat and perfume, like musty jasmine, as I feel a pussy grinding against my face.