MY version of "The Story of O", a heartfelt love letter to my lover...

 

 

I had an erotic dream last night...

When I got home that day there was a large bouquet of roses waiting for me on the table in the entry hallway. There was a note in my lover’s handwriting that said “You’re the love of my life.” He was always such a romantic. The roses had filled the room with a subtle, sweet fragrance and there was soft music playing in the background. At the bottom of the note there was an instruction to meet him in the bedroom. Once there, I found another note on the bed and a blindfold, but no lover. The note read, “Undress, put on the blindfold, and lay back on the bed.”

As I lay down, I could hear him come into the room and feel him move onto the bed. I caught a brief hint of his cologne. It was my favorite. His hand caressed my cheek as he kissed me on the lips, first softly, then more passionately. I started to hug him but his hands caught my wrists and pushed them gently back to the bed. I felt a loop of ribbon slip over one wrist and tighten, pulling that arm toward the corner of the bed. Then a loop over the other wrist, pulling toward the other corner. He massaged my upper arms, then the top of my shoulders. All the tension from the day melted away. I began to feel very relaxed. His hands moved slowly down to my breasts. He gently massaged my breasts, his fingers occasionally brushing my nipples. When I felt his breath near one breast, my nipples suddenly hardened. He kissed my breast warmly, circling the nipple, then the same with the other breast. His fingers slid to each erect nipple and pinched them lightly between thumb and forefinger. The tip of his tongue touched one nipple, moving across it sensuously. I moaned softly as he drew the nipple into his mouth. The suction increased little by little, his tongue still stroking the top of it. His hand pulled my other nipple with similar pressure. I arched my back with pleasure. He continued for some time, his mouth alternating between breasts, until I felt myself starting to get moist.

He released both breasts as his hands moved over my stomach, across one hip, and onto my thigh. He pulled that leg to the side and secured it with another ribbon around the ankle. Lastly, the other leg. I felt exposed but also aroused. He massaged my thighs with his warm hands and kissed one thigh near the knee. His kisses moved ever so slowly up the inside of that thigh. His destination was obvious, so the anticipation became more and more intense. When his mouth reached the softest part of my inner thigh, I tried to shift my hips to the side to bring his lips in contact with mine. The ribbons held my ankles, however, and his forearms were on either side of my legs with his strong hands holding my hips still.

His kisses were tormentingly close. They moved from the thigh onto my torso, inches above where I wanted them, and over to the opposite thigh. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he kissed my outer lips. I felt a flurry of goose bumps run up my arms and legs. I could feel myself getting wetter. Then his tongue touched my inner lips. They were swelling with blood and becoming very sensitive. The tip of his tongue traced them from the top near my clitoris to the bottom and up the other side, then back again, never touching my clitoris itself. It was infuriatingly pleasurable to have him tease me so. When I didn’t think I could take any more, his tongue slid into my opening near the bottom. It moved deeper into me, pushing my inner lips apart. I thrust my hips toward him to have his tongue as far inside me as possible. As it moved toward the top of my opening and exited, his tongue grazed my clitoris. A tingle of electricity shot through my body. Again his tongue moved down, in, and up. Over and over, each time brushing lightly across my clitoris. Feelings of pleasure began to radiate from between my legs. His tongue was consistent and relentless. I started to squirm, but the ribbons and his hands prevented me from moving much. My clitoris was engorged and throbbing. With each stroke of his tongue, I drew closer and closer to climax. I wanted badly to reach down, slide my fingers into his hair, and pull his head harder against me, but couldn’t. The ribbons held me fast. The wet stroking of his tongue seemed endless. Suddenly, I felt the muscles of my lower body spasm. An intense wave of ecstasy swept over me, starting at my groin and flowing outward, then another wave and another. I strained against my bonds. The muscles of my whole body were contracting and relaxing. I lost sense of time.

When the pleasure began to subside, I felt the ribbons around my ankles loosen and come off, then the ones at my wrists. As my lover lay down beside me, he slipped off the blindfold. I rolled against him, pushing him gently onto his back. I slid one leg over him and lay partly on him. I rested my head on his chest. His arms wrapped around me. I smiled, feeling a deep sense on contentment. I knew what it was to be in love. Besides, next time it was his turn. I will do anything to make my man happy...