Girl, here is a moment, frozen as if captured on film–or preserved in amber. It’s a moment in a fantasy, something that hasn’t yet happened. But when it does happen, it will be, for an instant, exactly as I describe it here.
We’re together on a big bed in a softly lit room. The curtains are drawn closed–it’s impossible to tell whether it’s day or night. The only light comes from a shaded bedside lamp; light enough to see clearly in bed, though the rest of the room is dim.
We’re both naked. I’m lying on my back, my head propped up on a pillow. You are lying on your side, your cheek resting on my stomach, your back to me. Your hands are behind your back, tied together at the wrists with a thin leather strap. Your legs are bent at the knees, and your ankles are also tied together.
My one hand is on the back of your neck under your hair, my fingers holding you: because this is an instant, it’s impossible to say whether I’m moving your head or simply holding it still. My other hand is holding my cock, and the head of my cock is just between your parted lips.
It’s possible that I am just about to push your head down, so that my cock goes deep into your mouth, into your throat. Or I may be holding your head still and thrusting my cock up to your lips. We may be just beginning, or I may have been thrusting into your mouth for some time–there’s no way to tell. It’s even possible that I’m about to sit up, pull you roughly up to your knees and push you back against the headboard, and then stand on the bed in front of you and thrust my cock into your mouth. Or push you on to your stomach and take you roughly from behind.
My thought–though we can’t know, really–is that I’m just about to push your head down to my cock, not roughly, and make you take just the head of my cock into your mouth; that I’m going to tell you to suck it slowly, to run your tongue around the head, to relax and take your time while I slowly stroke my cock with my hand; that I want my cock in your mouth for a long time, as I gently tangle my fingers in your hair; that I’ll run my hand along your back, across your ass, reach between your thighs and slip my fingers into your pussy; and that it will be many long minutes before I push your head down farther and thrust my cock deeper into your throat, choking you before I finally come into your open mouth.
Whatever is about to happen, this moment is perfect: my bound girl obediently opening her mouth to receive my cock, her long black hair flowing across my chest, her ass within my reach. Perfect.
And it will happen.