Anonymous

Dear Future Lover,

I know you don't know me but trust and believe I'm the sexual deviant that you have been waiting for. Ready to open that erotic, raw, emotion that you have bottled up inside of you. Allow me to tap into that animalistic sense and play on that uncharted fantasy the one where bondage and sweet desserts come into play.
Warm, liquid honey.
Sticky strawberries and whip cream that melts onto your being.
Sweet Seduction.
Alluring visual.
Topped with a tantalizing taste.
Permit me to take you by the hand and lead you to a seat in the middle of the room, lights dimmed low  and a table covered with my arsenal of handcuffs, whips, and a blind fold.
Sit and relax.
Let the aroma of lavender and vanilla scented candles ease your mind.
The cuffs.
As I take your arms and pull them behind your back, kissing your neck and nibbling your earlobe. Sniffing your cologne and my head gets dizzy, but I must focus on the task at hand. With me standing behind you and only my shadow on the wall to entice, I undress into something a little more appropriate for the evening.
The blindfold, retreived from the table black and satin slid down your face, confining your eyes from my shadow dancing on the wall before you. As I make my way in front you and bend down, I decorate your lips with mine and enable you to taste my liquid hold peppermint tongue. Ripping your shirt from your body; trust me you won't need it. Attacking your chest with kiss after kiss hitting your spots to turn you on and send blood flowing to the love muscle in between. After the building up of pleasure through teasing I think we are both ready for the pleasing.
The whip.
I used to gently, but still with force awaken your senses and those "pray on me" instincts so that when I let you loose, you'll pounce on me.
How delectable.
The excitement between us is growing; I can sense it and feel it oozing from your body drawing me closer. Grabbing you by your belt buckle, I pull you to your feet and lead you to the bedroom quarters where I will continue my pleasurable torture. Yes I know your hands are still cuffed behind you, are you worried? Don't worry, you shouldn't be. Make yourself at home on the bed of roses and silk sheets. I'll uncuff you for just a moment and feed you the strawberries that I had soaking in wine and milk chocolate. While I have your lips destracted with mine, I'll cuff one hand to the bed post and then the other. I'll remove your blindfold and let your eyes behold the beauty of me.
Laughing to myself, I wipe the drool from your mouth. One more kiss, deep and passionate, tongues tickling eachother; breaking our kiss and pushing you down onto the bed and replacing my lips with this scarf. The neighbors might hear you scream.
Removing your pants from your body, to find your man standing at attention and instant salivation consumes my mouth. The eye winking at me and the vein calling me; taunting, daring me to come and feel it. So I do. Licking like its my favorite ice cream, sucking like it's the thickest milk shake. I can see your toes starting to curl and your body moving. That's my cue to mount you and ride like a tidal wave.
As I lower myself onto your massive muscle.....
I...I..I..
Damnit!

I'm running out of ink,
So this is to be continued....

Sincerely... Anonymously Me.

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