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(via sarah-likes-girls)

The feeling is familiar. A little terror, a lot of excitement. My skin is buzzing with anticipation. The black silk keeping me in the dark, my other senses kicking in to accommodate. 

I have been here before, but each time is different. Today my arms are bound and I hang from them by a weighted pulley, enough play to let me move around, but not far. I hear others around me, sighs of release, moans of need, liquid noises of acts being performed. Desires being fulfilled and more being denied. I can hear them all, feel the heat of bodies, the moisture from them releasing like heat waves on the road in summer. Smells rich and thick increasing my needs, my desires, my pulse.

Pulling down on my arms I feel that the weight is free, I can pull it up but it snaps back without much effort. Trying to assess my surroundings I move around a bit and almost trip over a body, moans escaping it when I stumble. Since the body didn’t move, I believe it is positioned in a specific place, more securely fixed than I. From the moan behind me when I ran into the him/her, there must be something in or covering their mouth.

Standing in the dark I listen for clues to what will be happening tonight. I hear, smell, feel, taste and visualize sex, in all it’s rawest forms. Some free, some bound, some initiated, some taken, most given. Wait, I felt a slight breeze, mmmmm teeth on my nipple, nails pinching the other. My back arches as I attempt to move my body into the one tasting me but I find none. Hands on my body. Fingers trailing down then up again. Nails raking over my skin moving around to the back, my buttocks scraped by hands angry and tender, raw and soothing.

Nips on my shoulders and fingers playing with my throat, grasping and releasing, running up and down, both rough and eager. Legs being kicked apart I pull down on my binding and spread my stance. Tongues of liquid fire flicking up my ankles over my calves and past my knees to my thighs where bites and nibbles begin. My job being to hold down my body to counter the weight on the pulley that is attempting to force me to stand fully erect. The concentration popping the sweat on my skin, sweat I taste as mouths bathe me then focus on my mouth, bringing me my own tastes to savor.

Noises of movement force me into noticing a dragging sound, then the pressure of a body against my foot so insecurely placed. I am advised through no sound, only action, that I may stand tall but am to spread my stance again this time straddling the body under me. Male, female, this is unknown but there is activity at what must be the bodies head behind me. The sounds of oral copulation, tel tale slurps and sucking, rhythmic sounds of love by tongue, accompanied by moans and groans rising and falling as the act continues in what seems to be eternity. My mouths having stopped to listen as I have, yet fingers and teeth still pinching and nibbling, like lightening bolts across my skin, the thunder in my head. 

Unable to hold back I moan with need as liquid seeps from me, just a few drops, but I can smell it over all the others in the room, and it excites me more. My body being shoved down, my bindings making my shoulders feel like they will rip out, I am being forced to a squat. Strong hands hold down my body, placing me in line with the core of another, to be tongued by me, the taste so salty and exquisite. Barely sweet lingering flavors, my mouth servicing another, licking, nipping, biting, slurping, pulling, dipping the tip of my tongue into the abyss.

Hands begin to ease over my buttocks again, sliding up and down between the cheeks, separating and familiarizing, never really entering my sex, but hovering. Teeth and hands pulling at the various hairs on my body, more lightning, louder thunder. A hand snaking into my hair, gripping me hard and pulling back my head, away from the source of my focus. My mouth dripping with another’s sugar. My mouth agape I prepare for the next assault, never knowing what that will be. I’m surprised when I am forced lower, onto the shaft of the body below me. My rope being pulled for me, my body positioning itself on the man below, taking in as much as possible, still feeling split in two, my knees now hitting the floor. 

Tension being increased on my arms my body begins to raise and it’s up to me to be able to lower it. Now I understand, my reward is a nice long ride or as long as I can control my bindings, my punishment is all mine if I cannot. 

Shoulders aching I pull down long enough to mount the man again, moans escaping both of us as I slide up and down, mouths all over both of us, biting and nipping, licking and sucking, slurping and nuzzling, following my body up and down as long as I can continue. 

Crying out another strong body grabs my shoulders and assists, helping me maintain my positioning until we are finished and the last drop has been extracted, the last shiver of release extinguished. My arms nearly dislocated, I am forced to stand, bindings released I am momentarily freed, laying next to the one who split me, bodies soaked in sweat, bathed in sex, wet with juices, we cuddle for heat and doze amid the sounds of desires being fulfilled and more being denied, smells rich and thick, bodies recovering for whatever will be next.