Do you want me to be blindfolded ?
You have told me that you wish to sharpen the four remaining senses.
I allow you to do so, yes, I allow you to do so, perhaps out of impatience to experiment or excitement at the unknown, I am curious to see what you will accomplish.
The silk that covers my eyes does not let any light through, so it is true, now every sense is enhanced, heightened.
Hearing.
I am perfectly aware of your slower movements and the creaking of the bed as you approach me.
Taste.
Your soft lips kiss me tenderly and I accept your kiss; our mouths cross, I suck in your tongue.
I feel you want to lead the game: you undress me and the coolness of the fan you turn on makes me shiver.
You get up and take something from the floor.
I wait patiently.
Cold.
A small drop of ice falls on my navel and makes me gasp, another, another sigh.
One by one, the ice drops slide over me, arousing me; I take the blanket between my fingers and squeeze it.
These are sensations I already knew, though I cannot remember experiencing them, and they fill my mind.
Although I cannot see you, I imagine you there in front of me, on my knees, and I feel the grin on your indecisive face as the ice falls on me and my goose bumps.
I would like to take off the blindfold, but I don’t want to.
Warm.
The tip of your tongue removes the ice, licks everywhere, cleans me.
I smell your scent.
I feel the intensity of your saliva.
Touching.
I reach for your head with my hands, gently running my fingers through your hair and pulling you towards me.
But this is not what you want, at least not yet.
You pull away, picking up something else from the floor and pressing against my lips, opening my mouth to let something sweet enter.
“Bite,” you ask, and my teeth find the soft flesh of a cherry.
Its juice is ripe, too ripe, and it slides down my chin.
But you are there to take it, to lick it, so you put another one in my mouth.
Blindfolded. The sweet, thick taste of honey invades my senses…
I bite into it again, still savoring its sweet fruit.
Then you murmur to me, “Now open wide”.
I do.
Desire arouses me, I spill something, taste it and moan with pleasure.
The sweet, thick taste of honey invades my senses, the more you pour it on my lips, the more I open my mouth wide.
I feel it dripping on my chin and we exchange a passionate kiss until our faces are glued together.
Sweetness joins the heat of our bodies and I wriggle under your touch.
Your lips parted and I felt the honey slide over my skin, over my breasts, over my nipples, now hard as hazelnuts.
Your fingers smear the sticky liquid on my chest, everywhere, like an ointment.
You know how sensitive I am.
Then your mouth follows your fingers and licks my breasts and sucks my nipples, all smeared with honey.
My back arched towards you to offer myself even more, to really be your food.
You withdraw again and move lower on the bed, towards my feet, and feel the honey dripping on my belly, you lap it around my navel.
The drops then fall on my belly and on my thighs.
I grab the sheet with my hands and squeeze it tightly.
I want to scream, but I can’t, only a weak “yes” comes out.
This game is called blindfolded.
And I already know what you’re going to do.
