I lie quietly spread-eagle on the bed. A mask covers my eyes keeping my mind in darkness. I feel the gentle pull on my arms and legs. Shifting, I clench my fists and tug, testing the bonds. The silky ropes circle and caress my wrists and ankles yet hold fast. Blinking, I feel my eyelashes brush against the silk of the mask; no trace of light reaches my eyes. I close my eyes listening closely to the other two in the room. I hear them across the room murmuring to each other, the soft tempo of words occasionally interrupted by hungry growls and purrs as they kiss and caress.
The breeze from the fan flows over my naked skin, swirling over my nipples teasing them into cold little points. Air caresses my parted thighs, my stomach, my breasts, my lips. I shiver in anticipation, thinking wildly. As time ticks on, I listen to the soft moans of my lovers. The pounding of my heartbeat grows louder in my ears, drowning out all sounds in the room, as my breath comes faster in little gasps.
Just as I begin to feel they have left me here alone, a cool hand trails over my cheek. Startled, I tense, pulling again at my bonds, looking around but seeing only darkness. A voice murmurs but my thundering heartbeat and ragged gasps mask the words. I lift my head toward the sound, straining to hear. The hand slids up into the hair at the base of my neck holding fast. "I love you," the words flow in a husky growl into my ear. I shiver, sighing. The hand in my hair gentles and guides my head up to feel his lips capture mine in a deep kiss that sends tingles shooting down my body.
As suddenly as he appeared, he steps back, letting my head fall back against the bed. Feeling bereft, a whimper escapes my lips. Two hands slip into the hair to either side of my face holding me still once again. I hear a purr echoing into my ear and fingers brush over my cheeks. Soft lips brush over mine as she gently deepens it into a tender kiss. I gasp, feeling my lips tremble. Two kisses, both so different but both filled with love and affection. I melt in a feeling of surrender and contentment. Then, she pulls away, leaving me again without touch. I strain, listening hard for some hint. A thousand scenarios run through my mind of what might be to come. I gasp, my thoughts swirling lost within themselves without the anchor of human touch.
At once, four hands rest on my body, sliding over my skin. Two hands cup my breasts, teasing the sensitized tips, rolling them between two fingers. Two hands slip up my exposed thighs, rubbing and teasing. Tingles explode in my body centering under each hand. I moan, rolling from side to side unable to tell one set of hands from the other. A silky curtain of strands falls against my thighs, its softness caresses me in contrast to the soft fingers moving and exploring. Taking a deep breath, I focus on these wonderful sensations flooding through me. As I calm a bit, I can tell the slight differences: one set of hands rougher, larger, his hands teasing and rubbing, the other set softer and smaller, her hands moving in firm caresses adding the silkiness of her hair's tickling motion.
I feel her tongue lick up my inner thigh; my muscles tense, quivering under her touch. She nibbles gently upward, pausing to explore and to stroke me with her fingers. Cold lips circle my nipple, suckling it hard and I moan out loud, arching my back up to him. I grip the ropes, trying to pulls myself up closer to him, wanting to pull his head down. Instead he moves to the other nipple this time swirling a piece of ice around it. The nipple tightens almost painfully and as he laps at it, I whimper.
