YIN AND YANG
Yin
I hear the door close behind him. He. has. arrived. He is a stranger to me and I do not know what he looks like, feels like or smells like... yet. I lay completely naked and blindfolded with a dark silk sash on the bed anticipating his arrival. The stranger. The anonymous stranger. I feel his presence very close to me and hear every single sound as he undresses beside the bed. His belt buckle, his pants dropping to the floor, the unbuttoning of his shirt. His clothes fall to the floor. I am veiled in darkness yet I know he has seen me, lying, waiting, wanting. I am so wet with yearning and excitement and...fear. A slight twinge of fearful delight. He takes my right wrist and gently wraps it in soft rope and ties it firmly to the bedpost. He leans over me to tie my other wrist to the opposite post and I get the first sweet sexy smell of him as he hovers his face over mine. He gets close enough to mine that I feel his breath but nothing else. He then moves to my ankles, tying each of them tightly to the bed posts. His hands are big and soft to the touch. Blindfolded and bound, I feel completely vulnerable, naked, waiting for his next move. I am so wet and excited for him to take control and ravish me as he wishes... Suddenly I feel him come up between my legs slowly kissing my thighs back and forth as he rises to my luscious wet bud. He slowly begins licking my clit up and down, back and forth as he reaches one strong hand behind grabbing my ass hard. Without a word he slips three strong fingers deep into my honey pot and begins to stroke my G spot while licking my pretty pink parts at the same time. Tied up like a starfish and unable to participate, I lay restrained and blinded losing myself in his touch, smell and feel as he works another finger inside me. He squeezes my butt forcefully with his huge hand and starts tickling me with his middle finger of the other deep deep inside me. I let out a moan of delight as I squirt all over his fingers and hand. I let out a cry of pure ecstasy as he slowly pulls his fingers out and then I hear him proceed to lick my juices off each finger one by one. He crawls up to my face, his hard body pressing up against my breasts as he inches up my body like a snake locking in on it's prey. I feel his massive cock rub against my belly button and he gives me a deep long hard kiss before bringing his luscious member to my mouth and proceeding to sit on my face. I start sucking his hard rod from top to bottom and he forces it deeper down my throat. He pulls it out and slaps my face reminding me of who is in control before inching his throbbing dick back down my deep throat again. After choking me a few times, making me gag and my eyes water while I yearn for it even more, he pulls it out and moves down my lusting body finally sticking it deep inside me. I moan at the first feeling of his huge cock filling me up and hitting all of my sweet spots making me gush all over his rock hard member. He fucks me slow and hard, sucking hard on my neck as I brace him with my hips for each thrust. I can feel his body pushing up hard against mine as he pulls on my hair and bites my neck. Never having seen my stranger, our bodies move like a wave, up and down together as we find our sexual rhythm and electricity. He nibbles forcefully on my sensitive nipples just as I explode all over him, begging for him to keep going and give it to me harder and harder. He says nothing but continues to fuck me harder and deeper and harder and deeper. I feel his big hands around my hips thrusting me into his hard body, taking me all the way. His vibration inside of me grows and he pulls out straddling my hips and blows his load all over my bountiful breasts. I lay there weak and blissed covered in my warm wetness and his sweet cum. He gets up off of my sex soaked body and gently unties my wrists and my ankles. For the first time he speaks to me and tells me not to move or take off my silk blindfold until he leaves. I nod without saying a word as I hear him begin to dress himself slowly. I hear his belt buckle buckle, the buttons on his shirt being done up one by one and then I hear him putting on his jacket, keys jingling in the pocket. He leans over me and whispers "good girl" in my ear before giving me one last hard passionate kiss.
I hear him leave my room and after putting on his shoes I hear the front door closing behind him. I bask in my sexual prowess for daring to invite over an anonymous stranger. I soak up the sexual energy pulsing through my body, my salacious hunger not only satisfied but ignited with fire.
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Yang
This was different and would be exciting but he’d learned that these things so often come to nothing that he wasn’t letting his hopes get the better of him. And beside she’d asked for him to take charge so being in charge of himself was the least he could do.
It wasn’t really his thing. He wasn’t into role playing and so on. He was into making real connections with real people, loving the thrill of discovering a new partner and making that exquisite connection with her. Intuiting her desires and responding/initiating, that delightful dance, flicking the right switches at the right time. And it didn’t have to be a slow discovery over several trials – sometimes maybe but so often right there and then the first time the whole thing clicked into place. ‘Getting sex right takes time’ - yeah for teenagers and the self conscious.
But here he was planning his drive to the address he’d been given. This was going to be so much more than a blind date – if it panned out. He’d been put in touch with her by a mutual friend, a girlfriend of his who he’d met at a swingers event. They’d hit it off – well and satisfyingly with the thrill ironing out any creases and they’d met again a few weeks later. And then again another few weeks later – God regular life gets in the way so much! Anyway that time she’d called him ‘a real man’ which he hadn’t understood but had thanked her. ‘Praise indeed’ he’d offered sagely rather than probing – like a teenager.
A few days later she’d called him up and told him about her friend who’d been talking about a fantasy she’d had. This friend wanted a to be fucked by a perfect stranger, in her house, while she was blindfolded – and with no talking. His friend had recommended him as the ideal man for the job – still more praise which he appreciated - and the woman had jumped at it.
For him the immediate thrill was almost as quickly countered by the warning bells of accusation. He didn't want to accused. He’d need some sort of guarantee/safety.
He thought about it over the next couple of days. There would have to be a letter. The woman would have to write to him with the instructions and the address. She would have to tear a bank note in half – was that still possible with this plastic money? - and send him one half. The other would be on the floor outside her bedroom door and he would match them before starting. And then a safe word. That was about as good as he could make it he figured.
And then there was the ‘it won’t happen’, ‘she’ll get cold feet’ - but he’d got the letter and the torn bank note in the mail a couple of days later and they’d exchanged by text to set the date and time.
It was a longer few day’s wait than he’d expected. He was still waiting for the let down but she was too late now as he was on his way, driving through the city as people went about their ordinary lives heading for this very different encounter.
He parked up a few blocks away – to avoid any kind of observation he figured. He got to the house and noted that it was well enough presented but modest and it ticked another box of safety. The front door was open as it had to be and for the first time he felt himself getting nervous. He’d arrived at the home of lovers so often but would normally call out. This time not. And he found himself getting excited by the mounting thrill as he went up stairs in a measured step by step way. He made the last few steps heavy for the sound to carry.
At the top of the stairs the bank note was on the floor. He took his half out and bent down to match it. He stood up and found himself very nervous and excited as he put his hand on the handle and pushed the door in.
The room was candle lit. And the bed lay directly in front of him – and there she was, spread expectant, with a blindfold on, waiting for him.
It was so exciting it wouldn’t have mattered what she had looked like. He had known for years that it was all about chemistry and not physics and swinging had emphatically confirmed that. But she was lovely. She had pubes. Such a pleasant surprise these days – and not the landing strip sort – bikinied to an absurdity but fully natural pubes that allow you the thrill of contrast – between the rough hairs and the slippery, soft, wet sex. But just the fact that a woman was letting you see how she dressed was more important than any minor detail – he loved women any way they came and having them come was the greatest thing ever.
She was so aware of him. He could see her tension and excitement. Her legs shifted open allowing him to see her, an almost involuntary invitation.
Make her wait. He slowly and methodically undressed at the end of the bed his eyes fixed on her and on her sex as he did. He was going to be right up in her soon and he was getting very hard.
Almost forgetting the instructions he held himself back from her pussy and went to take her hand and tied her wrist to the soft rope provided, securing her to the bed post. He leant over her to reach and tie the other and on the way back held his face over her’s almost forgetting not to speak. He wanted to brush her nose with his and kiss her cheek but knew that level of intimacy was not what she wanted yet – she wanted ravishing.
He went to the end of the bed and took her left leg firmly and tied her ankle and then more roughly as he got into the role yanked her right leg across and as he did noted her startle and looked at her pussy as it opened still more.
And then make her wait again, taking her in, fixing the mental image as he got more excited and more forceful, able to better deliver her desire. He had to eat her now. She smelled of autumn leaves, a bit like wine, he caressed her sex in the new way he’d learned, not just the bud, the lips both sides and round and only then to the protruding ‘clit’.
He could feel her straining and he put in his fingers, she was ready enough for three straight off and the upward bent stroke beneath his chin as he licked her clit harder. From the way her vagina began to close down on his fingers, almost like it was trying to push him out he guessed that she was a squirter.
He grabbed her buttocks with his other hand and reached her anus, rubbing the ring, asking her. She breathed even heavier and he pushed his finger into her. There was little resistance and she was open to him and wanting.
He raised his tempo and could feel the pushing walls intensify as she squirted out all over his hand and his mouth. He swallowed – it was warm and clean. He licked her off his hand and moved up her body to give her the taste of herself in a long open kiss.
Her mouth was soft and rounded, her tongue played with his flicking him, playing, inviting. And so he moved on up and presented his beautiful long cock to her and she took him in gratefully. Unable to hold it she held it with her mouth – make her pay – he took it out and slapped her and forced it into her again, making her gag – he didn’t care. And before she was good with it he denied her and withdrew letting himself down her body and setting himself for the fuck.
Straight in, hard and deep to make her gasp which she did. And come – so soon squirting all over him again and he pushed right down to the bottom of her stretching her, pinning her down for her impertinence.
And then play and the kissing and the nipping her neck and shoulder and the grabbing her hair as he thrusted into her – and slow now and shallow, little, just to the tip teasing, like that’s all there is and then suddenly long and full to the hilt and she gasps as he sucks her nipples gently and then not so gently nibbling them and she gushed again crying for it harder and harder as he drives into her harder and harder as he begins to lose it. And he remembers to pull out and splashed his load all over her tits.
He is spent and wants to stay. He wants to lie there and hold her and untie her and hold her and have her hold him, and kiss him and him kiss her and bring him back up to fuck again but THE FUCKING INSTRUCTIONS – back into character he forces himself up to untie her and breaking the protocol reminds her not to remove the blindfold. He gets dressed and tells her she is a ‘good girl’ because he can’t think of anything else to say because he really just wants to fuck her again and again all night.
And he leaves. And then and for ever after he wonders if she’ll ever contact him again or if they’ll ever meet. It would never be the same but shit would it matter?
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