#blindfolds

I am in love with the sounds that spill from eager lips. The cries, the groans, and the moans. The gasps, the sighs, the audible glisten when your tongue slips over your lips. The sound of a minuscule bubble breaking as you open your mouth, cracking the air with a hairline fracture. The clatter of your teeth against a ball gag. 

You may ask, then, with your eager hand thrust towards the ceiling, desperate anxiety on your face, why, then, I enjoy the gags so much, why I would muffle and mute those sounds that I have so professed my love for. And it is a good question. You may sit back down now.

It’sprecisely because it mutes and muffles. These sounds I obsess over, spend such time eking out of your body. So to be able to manipulate and alter them, produce new sounds to listen to… why on earth would I not? To hear that tiny cry you make when I lay my hands on you, only to have the sound submerged behind a gag? Pure ecstasy, beautiful girl.  

So even when you’re lying there, blind and mute, always know that I am listening. My ear to your mouth. Ready to drink in the sounds that I force from your body. 

There will be some kissing in My near future.  And I like the idea of blindfolding the recipient to help him focus.  And by “him” of course, I’m talking multiple men, one at a time.  Because anything worth doing is worth doing with a bunch of different lovers, don’t you agree?