Misc. Erotica My Life - Erotic Diaries --- parsifal37

[ddey333]

March 2002

The farewell party was in full swing, everyone was dancing around us. We sneaked out of the party with the help of Manish and Meghna. Manish had arranged for a bike for us to get to our apartment, we knew it would be late before we could sneak out.

Horny as we both were, the minute we entered our apartment, we were all over each other.

We kissed passionately, I picked her up in my arms and carried her all the way to the bedroom, she tried to undress me, but I wouldn't put her down. Finally, I set her on the bed where she pounced on me. Zarine covered my face with kisses. Soft pecks. Wet. Deep. Sloppy. Her tongue snaked into my mouth.

She pushed me down on the bed and straddled me.

She pulled at her own clothes, tearing at the buttons and then set to undressing me. My shirt came of, but I wouldn't let her go any further.

There was a wickedly pernicious glint in my eye.

I sat up and pulled her close. One hand cupped a wondrous, naked breast. My mouth went to the other. I made circles around her nipple with my tongue, causing it to stand up. Then I blew softly on it and it hardened immediately. I bit softly and she moaned with pleasure.

I kissed my way back her chest, to her collarbone, then her neck and under her chin. I breathed in her ear. "Do you trust me?"

"Of course, I do," she moaned.

"Good."

I put my feet on the floor and stood, still holding my lover in my arms. She wrapped her legs around me and kissed my shoulders. I turned and sat her on the bed, which was just the right height for me if I wanted to have her right then. But I didn't.

"Close your eyes," I whispered, squeezing her erect nipple.

My hands left her for a second I covered her eyes with a satin blindfold ribbon. It was soft and silky. I tied the blindfold and kissed her again.

I had something else in my hands. I tied more silk to each wrist.

I guided her to the center of the bed and pushed her flat on her back. I placed a pillow under her head. My fingers ran the length of her body.

Gently, I pulled her skirt and panties down. She lay naked, fully exposed and blind.
Vulnerable. But with me, none of that mattered. Her trust in me was complete.

I shed the rest of my clothes and cuddled up next to her. My fingers continued to trace lines on her body. Unable to see, the rest of her senses seemed heightened. My touch tickled and aroused her.

"I am going to make love to you," I said, kissing

her shoulder. "If I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, just say 'stop'. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she moaned softly.

"Say it."

"I understand," she purred.

"Good."

I straddled her chest, my hardening cock resting between her breasts. I took her hands and made her cup her tits, then she squeezed them together around my engorged cock. I continued with several short strokes, playing with her nipples.

I lifted her head forward and gently kept my cock at her lips. Her lips parted for me eagerly. She tried to put her hands on my ass, meaning to draw me deeper into her mouth, but I pulled on the ties around her wrists and her arms fell away
from me.

Keeping up the same short strokes in her mouth instead of between her breasts, I tied the bonds on each wrist to the posts on my headboard.

Zarine lay there, helpless. Completely at my mercy.

She gave a disappointed sign as I withdrew my cock from her mouth. I lay on top of her, my hard cock wet with her saliva, so near her hungry pussy. She started to grind against me, hoping I would relieve her desire. But she knew I wouldn't. Not yet.

I rolled to the side, my body still pressed against her. Propping myself up with one hand, I took the other and turned her blindfolded head towards me. My tongue forced my way into her mouth, penetrating her. Violently. Lovingly.

My hand roamed down her body, stopping to roll her nipple between my index finger and thumb, then continuing down her naked form. My hand forced her legs apart. I ran my fingers in small circles along the insides of her thighs.

Zarine pulled against the ties holding her down. Unsuccessfully.

I pressed against a finger to touch her swollen clitoris, softly, then harder. My fingertip touch became stronger, more intense. Faster. She bucked against my hand. My cock twitched against her leg.

I moved my finger faster and harder against her sex, every now and then pausing to dip a finger inside her wetness. My tongue continued to assault her mouth, rough and tender at the same time.

I kissed behind her ear, at the top of her neck.

She shivered with delight. A gasp escaped her lips as one finger, then two, penetrated her. My breath teased her neck. I left a line of slobbery kisses down her neck to her collarbone, then I traced the same line and blew softly. The coldness made her shudder and she pulled again against her bonds.