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Cat's Meow ~ Ch.1 ~ Our Encounter

Date: 10/25/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: BareLeAWriter, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

chicken with its head cut off. Was she gone, had I broken her rules so quickly? No, I couldn't have. Then where was she? Then I remembered, we had both talked about trust, not the normal trust you have with your parents or your bank, but the trust that makes a truly open relationship, that no matter what, you trust your lover. It is liberating and exhilarating. It frees you to truly be whom you desire, to become the person and lover you have only dreamed about. There is never reproach, or rejection, only acceptance and passion. Accepting it, I relaxed, and let my trust in Cat be my guide, my liberation, and my freedom. I felt she was still there, but I really couldn't be sure. Time slowly passed... it is funny, but time seems to lose any measure when you are blindfolded. It could have been seconds, or minutes but I really don't think it was hours... but suddenly I felt a soft breeze. It was a warm breeze, made that more noticeable by the cool air in the apartment. I could feel a soft warm breeze blowing on my groin, not really on my groin, but on my cock. It had quickly softened when I was blindfolded, but feeling the warmth of the breeze it slowly pulsed, once, twice, three times. With each pulse of my cock, the warm breeze returned, even stronger. I could feel her presence. I realized it was her breath on my cock, softly blowing... her moist warm breath heated my member. It pulsed, raising its head as though searching for the source of the heat, wanting more. The blood ... drained from my body, filling my cock even more, bringing it up to a soldier's salute. The salute raised, I felt something else, a small quiver across the tip of my cock. It returned, again brushing across my cock, moist and hot. I yearned to rip the bra from my eyes, savor the view below and whisper encouragement. But even if I could, I dared not to move a muscle. The brushing continued, slowly working it's way down my quivering cock… tantalizingly slow, pausing at my corona, teasing me, softly licking my frenum then on downward it slipped. I ached to moan, yet knew the punishment if I should. I wished to be gagged, to prevent me from losing this moment due to an involuntary impulsive moan. Her tongue was a paintbrush of pure pleasure, her moist saliva the paint and my cock was her canvas. She continued to paint, each stroke a masterpiece, each lick a treasure. My cock throbbed with pleasure, my stomach quivered with anticipation, and my buns tightened with each smooth stroke. She had returned to my head, her tongue tasting my pre-cum, my sweet liquor mixing with her paint, creating a near toxic aphrodisiac of passion. Her tongue widened across my head and became her lips, as she surrounded my head, slowly tightening her grip on me. She milked me, using only her lips and tongue, drawing my pre-cum against her lips and tongue, and then spreading it across my head. The feeling was magical, she was the magician, and I was her captive audience. Slowly her lips moved down, kissing ...