Bound

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A woman's view of a play session
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Cool air kisses my bare skin,
His gaze, intense and burning,
I feel the heat inside me rising,
That ache and void widening,
My need slowly building,
Down there,
Throbbing

Slowly, gently,
He winds the ropes,
Around me, encasing me,
Limiting me,
Defining me,
Down there,
Throbbing

I’m his good girl,
Relaxing in his strength,
Under his firm hands,
His voice, deep & soothing,
Vibrating through me,
Down there,
Throbbing

Ropes around my waist,
Under my swelling breasts,
Around my back,
Between my legs,
Rope & hand grazes,
Down there,
Throbbing

My cunt wants to open,
Plump labia against ropes,
Molten heat seeping,
Tremors, hips twitch,
Down there,
Throbbing

My head spins, dizzy,
Feverish, impatient,
Areola crinkling,
Thighs shaking,
When will it begin?
Down there,
Throbbing

He moves me,
Bends me over,
Hands against the dresser,
Legs apart, ass out,
Air caresses wetness,
Down there,
Throbbing

He pauses,
I close my eyes,
Waiting for it,
Will he spank, or caress?
Time stops,
Down there,
Throbbing

A teasing finger lightly glides,
Traces the edge where
Ass meets thigh,
My labia braces,
Hopeful,
Down there,
Throbbing

Maddening, the ache demands,
Crying in me, helplessly,
Focus on holding still,
Wanting more,
Straining,
Down there,
Throbbing

His hands more generous,
Sculpt my flesh,
Create me,
Yet devilishly avoid,
My scalding need,
Down there,
Throbbing

Suddenly, his hand claps sharp,
On my full round moons,
Stinging, shocking,
Powerfully,
Resonating,
Down there,
Throbbing

Again, then again, again,
A drum beat in our jungle,
Pain, sweet, right on the edge,
I contract inside,
Flooding, trickling down,
Down there,
Throbbing

It stops, he pauses, silence,
His touches no longer teasing,
I cry out and arch, so happy,
It’s building and building,
Wet sounds, stretching,
Down there,
Throbbing

I felt him shift; I know it's coming,
The broad glans spreads me,
Slides in my wetness,
Rigid, burning, stretching, filling,
I feel him,
Down there,
Throbbing

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