Blind Submission: Raw Pleasure (L)

The rain hammered against the windows of my apartment, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. A text message glowed on my phone – a simple, urgent plea from him: “What would you do right now if you were here?” The words hung in the air, thick with unspoken desire, a direct challenge to my solitude. I typed back almost immediately, sending a playful, suggestive reply: “I’d walk up behind you and grab your ass, squeeze it nice and rough. Reach my hand in your pants and rub my fingers up and down your slit. Play with your pussy. Kiss you all over. Touch and tug on your nipples and breasts. Then take you to the bed and eat you out. Use this tongue to make you wet. Then start to fuck your brains out.” A quick, explicit promise, laced with a touch of dominance.

His response came within seconds, dripping with anticipation: “When will you get home to play with your naughty girl? She has been so bad today, she has fingered and played so much without you… ” The winking emoji felt like a silent invitation, a confirmation of his longing. A shiver traced its way down my spine. My hands trembled slightly as I replied, my thoughts already racing ahead, picturing the encounter we’d share. “I’m coming home soon, love, and then you are getting a spanking, you naughty girl.” A playful threat, a hint of control, just to keep him on his toes.

“Can I make up for it, master? Want your slave to make you cum now???” The shift in tone was palpable, a deliberate move away from casual flirting into something darker, more demanding. It was a subtle power play, a request for submission. “Uh huh, make me cum, slave, I bet you can’t.” The challenge hung heavy in the air, a test of my capabilities. I responded with a defiant grin, sending a provocative text: “My mouth, sucking on the head of your cock, and then rubbing it against my lips, mouth, cheeks, down my neck, with me rubbing my tits against your cock. I wish that I was sucking you so that I could take that dick and slap it against my face and catch all your cum with my mouth, with my tits, and lick it all, taste all your cum and the rest of it cremed all over my body. I can’t wait to freaking rub your cock against my slit without letting you go in, to feel you so close to me, so close to being in me, to rub my wetness against your dick before guiding you in. I wanna make you cum right now! ”

His reply was immediate and raw: “Then do it, baby, make me cum.” The words stripped away any lingering pretense, leaving behind only the pure, unadulterated desire for the moment. We discarded the “master and slave” charade, embracing the raw, primal need that pulsed between us.

“I want to cuff you to the bed posts and slowly take off a piece of clothing, barely touching you as I did so. Then when you’re completely naked before me, I’ll straddle your chest and kiss you from your mouth, down your chin, down your chest, down your belly, licking you as I get closer and closer to your cock, then when I reach the base, I’ll lick you up, and then lick you back down to the base, teasing you with my mouth until you beg and plead me to let you in. And then when you think that I am, and you begin to cum, I’ll stop and take you in my hands.” The scenario unfolded in my mind, each step building anticipation, heightening the pleasure to come.

As I was writing this, my fingers instinctively found their way into my panties, rubbing along the outer lips of my slit, cupping them gently in my hand. The anticipation was almost unbearable. A few moments later, I received his message: “I want that so bad, baby, I want that so much. I can’t wait for you to suck me like you do those teasing lollipops, and I need you to make me cum. I want to be there with you, sucking your clit, your lips, your thighs, making that pussy drip, making you moan and groan my name, making your body shake and feel as good as you make me feel.” The raw honesty in his words ignited a fire within me, a desire to fulfill his every whim.

I pictured him in my apartment, his presence filling the space with an electric energy. I imagined his hand reaching for me, pulling me closer, the scent of his skin intoxicating. He was close now, the sound of his car pulling into the driveway a tangible sign of his arrival.

As he entered, I pretended to be engrossed in the TV, my legs stretched out over the couch, a deliberate invitation. When he saw me, his eyes locked onto mine, and a slow smile spread across his face. He moved with purpose, reaching for the couch and gently kissing my pussy. I moaned softly, lost in the moment. The kiss deepened, becoming more insistent, sucking on my lips and making me arch my back in pleasure. He repeated the action several times, each time eliciting a more intense moan from me. Then, he shifted his attention to my clit, bending down slightly to ensure he had a clear view. His fingers found their way into my slit, and the sensation was exquisite.

“OOHHHhhhh, BABY—- D-oN’t Stop- Please—-e-at—my—pus-pussy” I managed, barely able to contain my excitement. He continued to suck, his movements becoming more frantic, more desperate. The pleasure intensified, building to a fever pitch. As I neared climax, he slowed his pace slightly, savoring the moment. Without breaking stride, he turned me around so that he was positioned on the couch beside me.

My hand instinctively found his head and I pulled it towards my pussy, anticipating the inevitable. He knew what I was thinking, and his response was immediate – a passionate, insistent lick that sent shivers down my spine. The sensation was overwhelming, my body bucking uncontrollably. I moaned his name so loud, desperate for release. “Oh-HHH- Baby, don’t stop! mmmmMM-MMMmMMMm don’t stop. Fuck my pussy with your—mouth and— FINGERS-OHHH”

As I finally succumbed to the wave of pleasure, he shifted his weight, pushing himself closer to me, his body pressed against mine. His hips began to thrust rhythmically, guiding my movements as I reached the peak of my orgasm. I clawed at his pants, desperate for more. He responded by pulling back on my hair, his grip firm and possessive. I leaned in, kissing his pubes, and then tracing my way up his body, my movements deliberate and sensual.

As I neared the base of his penis, I licked it all the way around, savoring the texture, the scent. It was a moment of pure bliss, a culmination of desire and anticipation. Reaching the tip, I took it in my mouth, drawing a deep breath before letting loose a torrent of pleasure. My body convulsed as I continued to suck, drawing out every last drop of sensation. He struggled to keep his eyes open, his muscles tense with the effort. As he finally succumbed to his own orgasm, he let out a guttural cry, a release of pent-up energy. I gently pulled him back, watching as he regained his composure. I took his hand and held it tight, a silent promise of more pleasure to come. He leaned down and kissed my chest, before sliding down my stomach, licking my pussy one last time. Then he pulled me into his arms, and we collapsed onto the couch, breathless and satisfied. The rain continued to fall outside, but inside, we had created our own little world of pleasure and passion. A perfect moment, shared in the privacy of our own home.

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