Aannnd… /SCENE/

You are… Not tied, exactly. But restrained somehow.

Hmmm…

Seated, I think, would do well for my purposes. And restricted, to a degree. But I want your hands free.

So let’s say…

The room is dark but for the glow of the fire flicking its light over your restrained form, and the way the flames highlight the sheen on your swollen cock, still slick from the ministrations of my mouth, makes me smile.

Mmmm… Yes, I can picture it. Can you?

Now, what to do with you…

Loosening the light bindings on your wrists but keeping your lower half bound, I straddle your hips, lowering my pouty lips to yours, tasting your mouth as my clit kisses your leaking tip.

Well, maybe not leaking. ‘Dripping’ isn’t going to work here though, is it? Too faucet-y, I think.

*laugh*

Ah, but you do tend to get a bit…

Wet.

Especially when I tease you.

And I definitely think teasing is called for, don’t you?

Hmmm… How to tease you…?

Dragging my soft against your hard in a slow rocking silk-glide frottage, I envelop your heat with the teasing not-quite of un-penetration, taking two of your fingers inside my mouth in deep-throated tongue-teasing mimicry of the act we’re not committing.

You do so enjoy it when I rub my pussy on you. And you know why I’m wetting your fingers, don’t you darling?

Oh yes, you know.

You know the tender-snug grip of my cunt, bearing down, pulling you deep, hugging so tight against your fingers that the whorls on their tips imprint themselves on my cervix.

You know…

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Nnngh… God, I love your fingers. The press and curl and thick-filled stretch, the twisting-deeper demand, always too much, never enough…

FUCK.

Now I’m distracted.

Where were we?

Oh yes. You were going to fuck me with your fingers. (Oh. YES. Ohpleaseyes…)

Uhm. I’m a little unfocused now, baby. Let’s, um…

Let’s consider that a broad sketch, shall we?

It’s your turn now. Paint in the details any way you like. (May I suggest fingerpainting, perhaps?) Just…

*sigh*

Well, I was going to give you instructions, but you don’t need them, do you?

*smile*

Paint our scene, baby. I know you’ll brush it bright with the colors of my cum.