Look - Don't Touch!

Hello my Friends,

When it comes to sex there is sometimes a certain pleasure in denial, teasing and release. This is something I have been thinking about with some close friends. Let me know what you think of this scenario...

It's Friday. I've been waiting for today. I know you have! It's late afternoon, you've managed to arrange things so you finish early today, and you're at your place waiting for a knock at the door. If I'm honest with you I was tempted to be just a couple of minutes late so that I would build up your anticipation and uncertainty just that little bit more, but then I thought that wasn't really fair on either of us. So the gentle knock comes at half-past three, just as I said it would. You open the door and smile warmly.

The conversation is friendly but slightly aloof. Nothing you can put your finger on exactly, but there is a certain distance in my manner. You can tell by the expression in my eyes that I have erotic thoughts in mind, and just to put your mind at rest I put a finger to your lips to hush you, then I put my tongue between them to get you hard. I don't think you were expecting that, nor the brazen way I have put my hand right onto your crotch, to check whether I need to stroke some life into your penis. It seems I don't! Good - that will save time later...

I feel your hands opening the sensible coat that I have worn to arrive at your house, undoing buttons, then sliding under my coat and moving up my body as you search out my boobs. I let you have a brief explore, loving the catch in your voice as your fingers touch me, pressing gently in and weighing my left breast. I even gasp a little, then put my tongue deeper into your mouth, before my hands are on the move, taking hold of yours and removing them from my body.

'I hope you enjoyed that quick fumble,' I whisper into your ear, 'because my body is going to be off-limits to you from now on. Today it's "look, but don't touch".'

You look a little surprised, especially when I put the tip of my tongue into your ear, and slowly rub my thumb over the head of your cock through your trousers.

'For you,' I explain, 'that doesn't apply to me, of course.'

I show you my fingers, the perfect, delicately varnished nails are impeccable. I look into your eyes as my hand moves down your body once more. You look back at me as I wiggle my thumb to and fro, the nail pressing into the rim at the head of your cock.

'I can tell this is going to be difficult for you,' I say. 'Let's get you into the bedroom and undressed and I'll explain what I plan to do about that.'

I give you my bag to carry, but even weighed down you are there in seconds. I think somebody might be in the mood for love! By the time I get into your bedroom, you are already half-undressed. I watch with interest as you strip naked, then I suggest you lie down on the bed. I sit next to you. You're wondering why I haven't taken my coat off, judging by the way you can't resist trying to take it off me.

'You see,' I say, 'you're just not very good at resisting temptation. It's quite unfair of me, of course, but that doesn't help any. Fortunately, I anticipated this might happen.'

You're intrigued as I reach into the bag, and excited when you see the rope I bring out. In a smooth movement, I turn it into a long letter "m", then twist a few gentle loops into the upper half. I put the loops together and look at you. You are a little surprised at what I have done, but you catch on to what I want, holding out your arm as I slip the loops over your fingers then over your hand and down to your wrist. I slide the loops toward your arm, then push you back onto the bed. It's the work of a few seconds to tie you to the leg of the bed, and not that much longer to do the same on the other side. I like the look of a "Y" shaped you. Two more lengths of rope later I find I like the look of an "X"-shaped you even more.

It's time to take my coat off.

You knew I was wearing heels. You were fairly sure I was wearing stockings. You might have hoped there would be suspenders. You might have guessed at the lace trimming on my basque, from the few seconds I permitted you to feel my breasts, but you wouldn't have known about the iridescent blue satin trim, the neckline plunging to show so much of my bosom or the diaphanous lace jacket that overlays it all. From your cock I can tell it meets with your approval, though, and I spend the next few minutes making you watch, helpless, as I pose, posture and undress just a little bit further, teasing you, showing you from almost within kissing distance just how hard my nipples are becoming under your gaze, the fingernail stroked the head of your cock now gently pinching the flesh you're dying to possess.

I climb onto the bed. Almost touching, but not quite. I open my legs to you, watching you decide how you would take me if only I hadn't made it impossible for you. I turn away and crouch, a 69 position in all but closeness and those delicate perfect nails pull my buttocks apart. I let you wonder where your tongue would love to go first. I can feel the warmth of your breath on me there, and in turn, I let you feel the warmth of my breath on your groin. If you are paying attention - I'm sure you are! - you'll have noticed that my hands aren't on my bottom any more. They are on the inside of your thighs, starting just above your knees, then sliding slowly upwards. They don't stop when I run out of leg. One cups and lifts your testicles, while the other moves underneath your bottom, gently parting your buttocks.

I wish I could see the expression on your face when my middle finger goes in, but I can't. I need to have my head here so I can engulf your cock with my lips as I penetrate you, so I don't miss that first jet of hot spunk as you start to come explosively. I hear you moan as you fill my mouth. I wait till you have finished then turn around to face you. I don't need to show you just how much juice you have pumped into my mouth, but I do want to show you how much I enjoy swallowing your load.

I'm still smiling at you, about to bend over for another kiss, when we hear the knock at the front door. You look a little alarmed.

'Don't worry,' I tell you, 'that will be Pippa. She said she might be available. We were discussing what I was going to do with you. She's always wanted to fuck a guy while he's tied up. If that is OK with you...?'

Love and Kisses,

Lorna Blu xxxx
www.lornablu.net