Life is alternately moving and painful. But there is allure in both. Just watch a Tarsem Singh film as proof. I usually choose to wander the path that leads to beauty and sensuality, but with a tinge of danger. And so does my lover. We pursue it together.
She puts the mask over her eyes, I wrap the bullwhip alluringly around her neck. She lies back on the bed. Candlelight chases shadows across her naked skin. I run my fingertips along her warm navel. Her lips part and reveal a flash of strong white teeth. I open her mouth wider with my tongue and kiss her deeply until it feels like I’m filling her completely. She wraps her arms around my back and pulls me so tightly against her I am constricted in breath. It heightens my arousal.
As she becomes more excited, irresistible musk exudes from her skin. I slide down her body drinking in her scent. When I reach her pussy I am overcome by the perfume of her anticipation. Without thought, my lips seize her erect clit and explore its hardness. Sudden and abundant wetness soothes my hot, seeking mouth and she moans with pleasure. My tongue moves from slow circles to direct strokes. Without changing my rhythm on her clit. I reach up with my right hand and wrap the thin end of the bullwhip around my palm. As her breathing sharpens, I gently pull my hand down her body, tightening the whip wrapped around her bare neck. Exhilaration tenses through her body and it’s like an ocean current rushes at my face as her movements intensify and wetness pours forth. As I increase the pressure on her clit with my tongue, I tighten the whip even more until I feel it begin to bite into her flesh. She cries out suddenly, her pelvis arching, her clit filling my mouth, her hands pushing my face harder against her.
She becomes still, silent. My hand releases the whip. It slowly loosens on its own. I uncoil it completely and run the length of its firm braid across her nipples as she shudders from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She opens her eyes and smiles, awakening from her bliss and snatches the whip from my hand, delicately winding it around my neck. “Your turn, she says.