I try so hard to be a confident, professional woman, but as soon as a colleague brushes my thigh or catches my gaze, I’m on my knees on the bathroom floor begging him to coat my fucking face, or fill my slut throat.
Banyan Tree, Mahe Island, Seychelles
I can, of course, get you an engraved invitation to a party like this one. But you will have to decide beforehand whether you would like to be merely a guest or if you would like to become a member of the wait staff for the evening. Some wish to be catered to, others wish to serve.
The blindfold is so simple, isn’t it. Just a strip of cloth. Nothing more than a little bit of playfulness in the bedroom. Its true power resides in the images that spin inside your mind, in that pretty little head of yours, as you imagine yourself my captive, my hostage. I’ve taken away your ability to see what I am going to do to your moaning, twisting body. Not that you want to resist, because we both know that you don’t, but now you can’t anticipate. You can only react. You do not know where my hands will fall next. You don’t know which patch of skin my teeth will nibble. You don’t know when my fingers will find your nipple or slip inside your mouth. You don’t know when those tiny little panties will be stripped from your fine, tight little ass, your legs spread, and your entire body plundered.
Such a beautiful display, Red.
No need to ask twice I’m right behind you