Blindfolded Bliss After Hours

The rain hammered against the windows as I kicked off my work boots, the damp chill seeping into the worn leather. The house was dark, a comforting darkness after the fluorescent glare of the office. As soon as I heard the floorboards creak behind me, a voice, low and laced with anticipation, commanded, “Close your eyes.” I obeyed, the scent of sandalwood and something undeniably musky filling my nostrils. My hands instinctively reached out, grasping his fingers as he led me, blindfolded, towards the bedroom. The disorientation was intense; I had no sense of direction, just the guiding pressure of his hand in mine. The music started, a slow, sensual beat that vibrated through my chest, adding another layer to the mounting excitement. I could feel his presence, close and deliberate, his movements fluid and confident. The brush of his skin against my back sent shivers down my spine.

His hands began their slow, deliberate exploration, tracing a path up my waistline, pulling my shirt open with a practiced ease. The rhythm of his dance was intoxicating, each touch a spark igniting a deeper fire within me. His bare skin against mine, the heat radiating from his body, made me acutely aware of every sensation. He kissed my neck, a slow, deliberate descent down my skin, lingering over my stomach, then to the sensitive skin just below my waistband. The anticipation built with each caress, each brush of his lips against my flesh. He unbuttoned my jeans with a deft hand, pulling them down to reveal the tautness of my cock. It was throbbing, pulsing with a potent energy, responding eagerly to his touch. He pulled my pants further down, revealing more, the movement a slow, deliberate act of seduction.

As the music faded, he asked, his voice a husky whisper, “Ready for a show?” The question hung in the air, charged with unspoken desire. I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening, and answered, “I think I already am.” He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest, and said, “Just getting started.” He made me remain seated in the chair, blindfolded, while he crawled onto the bed. The music returned, picking up the pace, a crescendo of pleasure building within me. “Remove your blindfold,” he commanded, and I obeyed. The dim light revealed a room bathed in shadows, a single candle casting long, distorted shadows on the walls. And there he was, sprawled across the bed in a delicate silk chemise, his body a study in sculpted muscle and raw desire.

He slowly began to shed his inhibitions, pulling one strap of the chemise down, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his breasts. Then, he moved to the other side, pulling it down completely, exposing his chest to the dim light. His fingers traced the delicate lace of his panties, rolling onto his knees, displaying his glistening, pale flesh. The sight was overwhelming, a surge of heat flooding my veins. As he continued to explore the contours of his body, the rhythm of the music seemed to sync with the beat of my own heart.

He grabbed the edges of his panties and slowly, deliberately, pulled them away from his legs, revealing a smooth, pale ass. The sight was both shocking and utterly captivating. I found myself struggling to breathe, my senses heightened, every nerve ending alive. In one swift motion, he rolled onto his back, stripping off the remaining traces of clothing and revealing his naked body. His skin glistened with moisture, a testament to his ardent desire. He slowly ran his hands down his stomach, pausing to caress my inner thigh, then reaching down to explore the sensitive skin around my pussy. His touch was gentle yet insistent, igniting a burning need within me.

Reaching the side of the bed, he took one of the scented candles, a rich, earthy oil, and poured a generous amount onto his stomach. Watching the molten wax drip down, a slow, hypnotic process, felt like a prelude to something exquisite. He leaned forward, inviting me closer, and then grabbed my cock with a possessive hand. He began to stroke it gently, applying a layer of lubricant that felt cool and slick against my skin. “Sit back down,” he instructed, a playful smirk on his lips. “You can touch yourself while you watch.”

His hands continued their wanderings, exploring every inch of his body. One hand ran across his nipples, eliciting a moan of pleasure, while the other slid down his torso, pausing to explore his pussy. As he moved, the tension in my body intensified, my muscles clenching with anticipation. I responded by stroking my own cock, the rhythmic movements a desperate attempt to match his pace. He crossed to the other side of the bed, pulling back the sheet and revealing a vibrator, sleek and chrome, resting on the pillow. Looking directly at me, he oiled it up like my cock, a clear indication of his intentions. He slid the vibrator up and down his slit, pausing to let out a long, passionate moan. My breath caught in my throat, overwhelmed by the raw desire radiating from him.

He grabbed his dildo, a large, pulsating toy, and began to show me what I was missing, his mouth working on its surface, creating a symphony of moans and sighs. Walking over to the mirror, he suctioned the dildo onto the glass, positioning it perfectly to maximize its impact. He grabbed more oil and stroked it as if to put on a show for me, a display of unbridled lust. He leaned close, peering at me through the mirror, his eyes filled with a predatory gleam. Then, he slid the dildo into me, deep inside, taking control of my pleasure. As he continued to thrust, I felt an overwhelming sense of release, a primal surge of ecstasy.

He grabbed his vibrator and held it on my clit, the vibrations sending shivers down my spine. You had another orgasm. I grabbed his face and pulled him close, burying my face in his chest, inhaling his intoxicating scent. Carrying him to the bed, I laid him on his back, and shoved my cock deep into his pussy, taking control of the situation. Every stroke was pure pleasure, a sensation unlike anything I had ever experienced. Finally, I told him I wanted to cum on his face and tits. He got off the bed and onto his knees in front of me, allowing me to fulfill my desires. Running his hands all over me, I began shooting my hot load all over him, covering his body in a torrent of passionate release. With my cum running down his body, I pulled him up and we kissed passionately, lost in the moment of shared ecstasy. The rain continued to fall outside, but inside, in the darkness and heat of the bedroom, we found our paradise.

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