I tighten your ties around your wrists
your ankles, also imprisoned in a red satin ribbon, at the corners of the bed.
Just to make sure
That you can no longer escape me.
Yet, it's your choice, Babe.
This bed will be your most delicious regret,
Your body, my favorite delectable playground...
You wait there Impatiently
wondering what I'm going to do to you...
But, Dear,
You shouldn't have given me so much power,
Who knows what my ravaged mind will come up with.
Unspoken pulsions, yet so assumed. Your lust-filled gaze,
full of envy and eager for pleasure.
Your eyes turn black,
in expectation of which delights,
I will bless you with, tonight....
See what awaits...
You oh, so turn me on, voracious soul of mine.
You have no idea,
Of all the things I am capable of putting you through.
Do you like to be overstimulated,
mon chéri ?
Whatever, It's up to me to decide finally.
Dim lights, discreet mist artfully dosed,
to give this room more intimacy,
and voluptuousness.
My long, red thin nightie lets you
see my body in transparency
But don't worry, It doesn't last long,
It slides down my body
to land on the floor carelessly.
I'm almost crawling towards you,
Moving on all my fours, in a feline gait, Without taking my eyes off of you...
My horny hands get closer,
Insidiously, like a silent snake,
that no one knows its intentions.
Without touching you, for now,
my frivolously dressed body,
comes slowly
Just above your almost naked body...
You let out a muffled moan.
Suddenly, my high heels clack on the floor.
Shhhh... bad Boi.
Who gave you permission to speak ?
For your trouble, you've earned the right to be muzzled.
Aw... too bad,
I'm nurturing my greed with your reactions, Seeing you like this only increases my hunger.
I'm starting my little game again,
You'll obey me, from now on.
Are you ticklish, mon petit chat ?
With my manicured finger
I slide my blood-red nail,
slowly, playfully,
over your naturally tanned chest,
from your underparts, up to your neck
But, oh my,
I lost myself in your heavenly scent...
Goosebumps appears on your skin,
and on mine as well...
Showing me that your body is thrilling with yearning.
Like me.
My body is only few inches away from yours,
but, oh, what a pity...
You can't move a muscle,
Firmly tied by my expertly tight satin ties, You're utterly at my mercy, Dear.
I smirk, mischievously.
I know exactly what it does to you,
as I whisper these so dirty words in your ear,
and in French,
That you can't really understand...
My upper attributes rebounding,
held by this black and red laced corset... My hair up on one side,
You have full perspective on my neck,
then your eyes dive into my deep,
immoral cleavage,
my so satiny soft skin contrasts
with the ominous aura in my eyes.
For yes, I'm angry at you.
My voluptuously shaped hips,
enhanced by this elaborated lingerie,
move sensually, over your hips,
just a hair's breadth away...
I can already see your stiffy,
under your panty...
Do you like my ass so much, you hoe ? You'd love to touch it, grab it,
pound and spank it,
do whatever you want with it,
wouldn't you ?
But no, mon ange,
Today it's me who decides,
I dominate you.
I straighten up above you,
In a riding pose,
My knees on either side of your thighs,
You now have a breathtaking view of my needy body.
My eyes still locked on yours,
I'm smiling again, proud of my little effect,
Then,
I start to move, with my shoulders, my hips,
Oriental hypnotic undulations,
in slow, sensual movements,
As much as you like...
Running my hands through my long,
silky hair, sometimes lifting them up,
sometimes in a ponytail,
then in a messy bun,
As you can imagining things,
Letting them fall back over my shoulders, down my arched, sweaty back.
