Mine
By David Williams
The rain lashed down onto Tiffany's nude flesh as she pulled against
the ropes binding her. In mock desperation she tried to escape,
hearing his footfalls on the wet rooftop. The soles of his boots
clicking through the shallow puddles that gathered, the steady
clicking of his approach like thundering drums in her ears. She
cried out softly as he neared and she surrendered, allowing her
body to go almost limp as she stood there, the cold rain making
her shiver slightly.
His breath in her ear, a slight stirring of warm air against
her neck, she knew he was leaning in so close. She was blindfolded
well and could not see him as he moved in close enough to smell
her fear/arousal. She could feel the heat emanating from him touching
her skin, making her want to scream out to be fucked.
He had a way with her, he made her feel so vulnerable and so
safe at the same time. Here on the rooftop, exposed to the city,
nude and tied, she was safe with him. She could enjoy the thought
of countless eyes watching her nude flesh.
When his hand touched her it was like an electric shock through
her soul. She was expecting it but, it was always such a thrill
to be touched by him. He gently caressed her stiff nipples and
then pinched them. Tiffany moaned as he pulled on them and laughed.
She could feel her juices dripping from her and mixing with the
nights rain, running down her leg like a river of sex. |