Monica

And it spreads. Leaving no room for breath, for light, for the normalcy of life. My arms bound above my head. Eyes, blinded by black silk. A tremor of terror? A twist of undeniable pleasure? No control. Just being controlled. Losing my sense of who, what, when and where I am. Feeling wave after wave of intense longing. Pushed to the limit of physical pain-pleasure. By now I cannot tell the difference. I drift on waves of exquisite sensation across a sea of darkness.Passion exceeds my desires, as I am tied and bound, unable to escape. On the verge of exploding, my senses overwhelmed. I would fall to my knees if I was but able. In the darkness behind my eyes, I can feel fingertips, lips, teeth and tongue. The flick of a whip, the sting of a crop. There is pinching, caressing, kissing and biting. I moan, in pleasure and in agony. I will this to stop, but pray it to continue. Sensitive and wet, I tremble. My every muscle aches with such fierce longing. Voices are heard in the darkness, murmurs of appreciation. I can feel your touch on the inside of my thighs, and the small of my back. Light caresses, and hard spanks bring me ever closer to a climax. But you are teasing me, saving me. For what? I can only hope and dream.