Posted by red on June 17th, 2008 in Feeldoe and Share, Girl Sex, Kink

There’s this image burned into my mind. She’d bent over on the bed, splayed and ready for me to sink into her. I’ve tied her in this position, and she is breathing hard with the anticipation. And then I fuck her.

It started with a smile. I opened the kinky drawer of my bedside toy dresser and pulled out a few lengths of my favorite rope – sage green to match her caramel skin. Sage green to match her scent – the sage oil she always wore in a diffuser around her neck. She was naked; we were naked. The smell of sex already lingered heavy on the air.

I had her fold her arms behind her back – they fit so nicely, she was always so flexible. I took a length of rope and started to wrap it around her crossed wrists. The scent of the hemp rope wafted up to my nose, mingling with the smell of her sex. She shook slightly as I pulled the tie tight.

I turned her around did a simple chest harness – the type that captures the upper arms as the rope is passed slowly above and below the breasts. I remember how slowly I went – I was thinking it through as I went – enjoying the extra chances to lightly graze my fingertips along the underside of her breasts, down her spine, across her nipples. She inhaled sharply as I pulled tight, perking up her breasts, cinching between her arms and torso.

I pushed her down in front of me, adjusted her so her legs were far enough apart. I took more rope, and tied a pair of two column ties. One at a time, around each of her legs – binding calf to thigh. When I finished, I spied a long loose rope end coming off her wrist. I pulled it taut – it was long…long enough to do something. I tied it into a cuff around her ankle – a thin cuff, only two wraps, and not very tight.

I sat back and looked at her. She was a thing of beauty – skin contrasting with the rope, muscles pulled taut across her chest and along her back. She was symmetric as well – except, of course, her curve. Tying her wrist to her ankle made her arch in an S, a graceful arch of asymmetry across a completely symmetric palate. I watched her quiver in that position, breathing heavily. Leaning over, I pull the prepped feeldoe-in-harness off the table by the bed, and slipped into the nylon straps.

It’s that image burned in my mind – all of that. The preparation, the smell, the feel. The way her back arced and the way her skin goose bumped as a breeze shot through the room. The feeling of the rope beneath my palm as I steady myself my holding onto her arms. The low moan as I slide the feeldoe into her wet cunt, piercing into her stewing anticipation with decisive vigor.