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shamelessly_mkpsweetlittlewallflower:
spicenwolf:
Foreplay be damned, there is nothing as sinuously sensual as rope play.
Barely touching her, still the anticipation builds as I twine the cords around her.
Speaking the unspeakable with gestures and knots that promise what we both want, the touches, strokes, penetrations and lashes that will mark what flesh the rope has left exposed.
She is almost silent as I bind her. Images to come, and those from the past, playing in her mind. “Yes Sir” and “Please” and soft moans or gasps become her vocabulary as I fill her with the silence of each successive knot.
Sometimes it is my words, laying out her future like a Tarot of knots: this covers her, this crosses her, this is beneath her, her future… Words well bent to the magic of fortune telling send shivers through her body. I let my hands brush her skin as I work my way, under her breasts, across her belly, knowing she is becoming more damp and open, even this long before I am ready to work on the last windings, down between her legs, and up, being her, before her, splitting her, separating and binding even her intricate folds till she is finally beautifully bound, and ready for more urgent attention.
*swoon*
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spicenwolf:
Foreplay be damned, there is nothing as sinuously sensual as rope play.
Barely touching her, still the anticipation builds as I twine the cords around her.
Speaking the unspeakable with gestures and knots that promise what we both want, the touches, strokes, penetrations and lashes that will mark what flesh the rope has left exposed.
She is almost silent as I bind her. Images to come, and those from the past, playing in her mind. “Yes Sir” and “Please” and soft moans or gasps become her vocabulary as I fill her with the silence of each successive knot.
Sometimes it is my words, laying out her future like a Tarot of knots: this covers her, this crosses her, this is beneath her, her future… Words well bent to the magic of fortune telling send shivers through her body. I let my hands brush her skin as I work my way, under her breasts, across her belly, knowing she is becoming more damp and open, even this long before I am ready to work on the last windings, down between her legs, and up, being her, before her, splitting her, separating and binding even her intricate folds till she is finally beautifully bound, and ready for more urgent attention.
*swoon*
via:Tumblr http://ift.tt/ODGHLQ
