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I can almost hear the smile on your face as I listen to you walk to the opposite side of the bed. Then silence. I wonder what's going on as I don't hear you move for what feels like forever. Then all of a sudden I feel something stroke the length of my body; from my chin, down over my chest and stomach, and then gently brushing over my pubic mound. I gasp at the sensation, a little suprised as I didn't see it coming. It was so light on my skin that I barely felt it, but firm enough to leave me aching for more.

The next time I feel it on my body it's a little firmer. I try to figure out what it is. Some kind of fabric? A feather duster? The need to know what it is quickly subsides as I give in to the pleasure it provides me. It's not being run over any of the intimate parts even though they're throbbing to be touched. Up and down my arms, back and forth over my stomach, and stroking my legs. I gasp because I want more, and I twitch because some spots tickle. Already I'm going crazy, wanting you near me; inside me.

The stroking slowly stops and I hear you leave the room. Babe? I call after you, wondering why the hell you'd just leave me like this. You return soon after, still not saying a word. After a few slight movements a stinging, cold sensation attacks my nipples. I buck and move my chest, trying to get it off me, but you hold me still until the sensation grows erotic. I come to realise that they must be icecubes, as the start to melt and drip down my ribs and soak the bed beneath me.

You start to massage them round and round my nipples, gently leaning in to breathe warmth onto the buds, one at a time. The cold versus hot sensation is making me squirm as much as I can whilst being bound to the bed. My moans break through your silence as my back arches. Until you stop. All of a sudden, leaving me with that aching feeling. Again.

The next contact I feel is the ice on my cunt; sliding up and down my lips. This doesn't shock me as much as the warmth of my lust fights the cube. I'm moaning though as I've waited for you to touch me there. Each stroke brings an amazing kind of pleasure. My wrists and ankles are fighting and struggling against the straps, not to break free, but to feel that helpless feeling; know that you have full control.

I hear you dig for another ice cube then replace it on my slit, this time I can feel that it's your mouth guiding it, not your hand. The cold of the ice is surrounding in the warmth of your breath. As you nudge the ice in opening my pussy lips, I feel my first orgasm building slowly. Your breath is coaxing my orgasm, gently begging my clit to let it free; while the cube is holding it just out of reach.

Before the cube is fully melted, you drop it from your mouth and your mouth pounces onto my clit; sucking, licking, thrashing, warming, and bringing me to climax. You moan on me as I shudder beneath you; my wrists starting to hurt as I battle against the cuffs.

You let me come down off the high of the orgasm, removing my blindfold as you kiss me softly on the lips, the sweet musk of my pussy on you. You lean down and whisper in my ear; I have to go and get some stuff ready for you, m'love. Wait there, you smirk knowing full well I can't actually go anywhere. I giggle too, and wait.

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I can almost hear the smile on your face as I listen to you walk to the opposite side of the bed. Then silence. I wonder what's going on as I don't hear you move for what feels like forever. Then all of a sudden I feel something stroke the length of my body; from my chin, down over my chest and stomach, and then gently brushing over my pubic mound. I gasp at the sensation, a little suprised as I didn't see it coming. It was so light on my skin that I barely felt it, but firm enough to leave me aching for more.

The next time I feel it on my body it's a little firmer. I try to figure out what it is. Some kind of fabric? A feather duster? The need to know what it is quickly subsides as I give in to the pleasure it provides me. It's not being run over any of the intimate parts even though they're throbbing to be touched. Up and down my arms, back and forth over my stomach, and stroking my legs. I gasp because I want more, and I twitch because some spots tickle. Already I'm going crazy, wanting you near me; inside me.

The stroking slowly stops and I hear you leave the room. Babe? I call after you, wondering why the hell you'd just leave me like this. You return soon after, still not saying a word. After a few slight movements a stinging, cold sensation attacks my nipples. I buck and move my chest, trying to get it off me, but you hold me still until the sensation grows erotic. I come to realise that they must be icecubes, as the start to melt and drip down my ribs and soak the bed beneath me.

You start to massage them round and round my nipples, gently leaning in to breathe warmth onto the buds, one at a time. The cold versus hot sensation is making me squirm as much as I can whilst being bound to the bed. My moans break through your silence as my back arches. Until you stop. All of a sudden, leaving me with that aching feeling. Again.

The next contact I feel is the ice on my cunt; sliding up and down my lips. This doesn't shock me as much as the warmth of my lust fights the cube. I'm moaning though as I've waited for you to touch me there. Each stroke brings an amazing kind of pleasure. My wrists and ankles are fighting and struggling against the straps, not to break free, but to feel that helpless feeling; know that you have full control.

I hear you dig for another ice cube then replace it on my slit, this time I can feel that it's your mouth guiding it, not your hand. The cold of the ice is surrounding in the warmth of your breath. As you nudge the ice in opening my pussy lips, I feel my first orgasm building slowly. Your breath is coaxing my orgasm, gently begging my clit to let it free; while the cube is holding it just out of reach.

Before the cube is fully melted, you drop it from your mouth and your mouth pounces onto my clit; sucking, licking, thrashing, warming, and bringing me to climax. You moan on me as I shudder beneath you; my wrists starting to hurt as I battle against the cuffs.

You let me come down off the high of the orgasm, removing my blindfold as you kiss me softly on the lips, the sweet musk of my pussy on you. You lean down and whisper in my ear; I have to go and get some stuff ready for you, m'love. Wait there, you smirk knowing full well I can't actually go anywhere. I giggle too, and wait.