The Lion’s Den

Imagine the dim light in my bedroom, the scent of flickering candles strategically placed around the room...a window cracked to allow just enough breeze in to fill the room with the scent of the candles, to be eventually replaced by the scent of our lust.
 
I cannot escape your desires, but to ensure that I do not interrupt your goals, you tie each of my wrists to the bedpost.  
 
Mm… you love to see me naked on your silken sheets, hair pulled to one side, my breasts lulling to the sides, shifting as my body move in anticipation.
 
Grabbing my ankles and spreading my legs wider, you glance down at you goal, your carnal prize, your reason for being here.
 
Holding my legs in the air in this imaginary “vee” as you kiss your way from my knees to my sweet junction. Just smelling my wet peach makes you hard. Do you see how hard I can make you, mmm I’m such a naughty girl? No, you cannot lick on my clit... not just yet.
 
Pressing my inner thighs together with my legs still extended, you kiss the back of my legs, down my inner thigh and then your tongue finding my slit, the entrance to a wet, tight cove of undulated pleasure.
 
The flat of your tongue teases my slit, as you sup the sweet sticky nectar that seeps out, and finally you succumb to the need for you to taste it as your tongue delves in, deep...pressing your face to my flesh as I  moan my approval.  
 
Mm...my cunt pulsates with such sweet anticipation.
 
Will you tongue fuck me until I beg for your hard cock? Will you tongue lash my clit until my legs squeeze your head as I climax? Or will you ease your aching member into me, mmm… slowly, teasing me until I scream for more.
 
Perhaps you should pound your cock into me, holding my legs over your shoulders, slapping flesh against flesh until I feel your erection being squeezed in the throes of my orgasm.
 
As you enjoy the moisten aftermath, would I not enjoy it if you returned to my mound, savoring my sweet essence, sucking it from off outer lips, seeking more with your tongue, and then teasing my engorged clit with your tongue.  
 
You owe me at least one more oral climax, letting myself go as your tongue flicks up and down, sideways, swirling around that clit, gently sucking on it. The feel of my pelvis pressing against your face, wanting and needing more, my soft moans filling your ears.... mmm… my cunt juices coating your lips, trailing down your chin nothing can be sweeter than this moment.
 
Oh…baby you are still hard and yet unsatisfied. If you untie me, I promise to be a good girl and find a place for your throbbing cock as I find a way to release your lustful streams.