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Okay here goes nothing... Chapter two... Let me know what you think??
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"Because play is what I intend to do!" It is time to begin our
journey again. We once again are going to re-enter my world . . . So
I beg of thee not to enter my space with anything but the willingness of
seduction in your soul. Do you want to venture on with me? Can you
remember where we left off . . . I left you lying on the bed, with a
thunderstorm brewing outside? I had just swallowed your seed, and you
can now feel the drink that I had given you starting to work . . .
You have a stirring in your veins, it seems that your blood is
going to boil. You ask what it was that I have given you and I smile
and answer . . . "A witch's brew to help you keep your strength up."
You feel as if your passion is never ending.
I can see that you are becoming restless, and I know that you feel the
intoxication of lust and of my tonic. I sit up next to you and ask you
again . . . "Are you ready to play?" A moan signals me that you
are. I crawl over you laying body to reach something from the other
side of the bed. I cover your eyes with my free hand. You can hear a
rustling of a nylon bag being opened and you can also hear me shuffling
the contents of the bag. I find what I am looking for and crawl back
over you, put the object behind my back and uncover your eyes.
I can see your puzzlement. I know you're wishing to know what my
secret is. I smile ever so sweetly, then lean in to kiss you on the
cheek. While I have you close to you to me, I bring my surprise around
your back. I ask on last time . . . "Do you want to play?" A small
yes comes from you and I take my blindfold around your eyes making sure
it is securely in place. As in instinct you bring your hands in front
of you to feel what your eyes cannot see. I grab you by the wrist and
let you know that your hands will do you as much good as your eyes are.
With more shuffling in my bag I bring out a silk cord in which I
use to tie your hands together at the wrist. I then lay you down again
and tie your legs together at the ankles. I stand at your feet and look
at you. You can no longer see me, and the thunder is making it hard to
hear me or my movements. As you lay there motionless, you cannot tell
what it is that I am planing to do and you can no longer see the evil
grin that is on my face as I stare at your body, imaging all that I can
and will do to you.
You begin to move around so I know that you, my little captive, are
getting nervous. The next thing you are aware of is cold liquid hitting
your flesh and the smell of cinnamon invading your senses. I begin a
total body message, running my hands over your tense skin, letting my
fingers caress your very soul within. I get your skin very wet with oil
working it in until you are saturated. I then stand off the bed once
again and in between thunder cracks you can hear the sound of my
clothing being removed.
You once again feel my hands upon your skin, caressing, rubbing,
and messaging. The energy in you increases and you pull against your
bindings, but you are to go nowhere! And you begin to wonder if you are
actually beginning to go mad, because it seems that I am touching you
all over at once. But how would that be? I have only two hands, and at
times it seems that there are at least four on you. You ask for
clarification, and I offer none! I only giggle and give you a kiss you
so that I can no longer hear any of your questions, but in my kiss,
there is a taste. A taste of woman? As you squirm under my kiss, I
release you and all contact leaves your body.
I leave you there to wonder if you could have been mistaken, the
taste is leaving you, but your memory is clear, and your logic seems to
be strong. But if you could only see or have free will you could find
out if I have fooled or deceived you. But before I give you too long to
suffer I come back to you.
I start at your feet and begin inching up your body I let my naked
form slide up you, my skin is cool to the touch. I slowly crawl up your
body until I can kiss you. The taste of woman is gone and all that you
can taste is more damned cinnamon. I sit over on you, finding it a bit
difficult to stay on your slick body. I run myself all over you
enjoying the way the oil picks up the electricity in the air.
You manhood is pressing against me, begging for attention, and now
I believe I can no longer withstand myself. I sit straddling you and
slowly ease your mammoth shaft into me. My muscles try to resist you,
but my passion is too great. I cry out in ecstacy as our bodies become
one. The storm outside begins to rage as our sex grows faster. It seems
that the entire world is coming to an end. I cling onto you slamming my
body against yours.
You can feel my excitement turning quickly to climax. My body
begins to quiver, as I prepare myself for the onrush of orgasm. I ride
you until I can no longer think clearly. When I come to my senses I
untie your bonds and take off your blind fold and you can see there is
an imprint of a kiss in lipstick on my cheek and a sheepish smile on my
face.
"Would you like to meet my friend?" I ask you. About that time you
can hear a door opening behind you . . .
Once again to be continued . . .
If you so wish ? ? ?
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