A Valentine's Day He Will Never Forget - Sex Stories

A Valentine's Day He Will Never Forget

... position like this.

But I also know how to get my way. I straddle him while my lips never leave his ear. He has a rock-hard morning wood that I can’t help but grind myself onto. ‘Tis gonna be too easy.

“We really want to blindfold you, baby, and have some fun... at your expense."

He opens his dark, chocolate eyes - his expression a perfect storm. I brace myself for his "Ain't happening," which is his cut-out reply to my far-fetched fantasies. But before he could form the words, I'm back stroking his arm as a starting point to use the rest of his naked skin as a canvas for my abstract painting. My fingers follow his neckline, his jaw, down to his nipples while I keep grinding my hips onto his hardness in agonising slow motion.

"Please," I purr, "Promise it will be fun... Four hands instead of just two, in total darkness, not knowing who is touching you. Maybe we could even play a little game, making you guess which one of us is toying with you. And if you get it wrong, you'll be punished." I sink my teeth into his stubbly jaw to drive my threat home. "But," I continue my smoochy, seductive monologue into his ear, "if you get it right... Mmm. You can ask for anything. Anything you want. Do you think you’d be able to figure it out?”

“Yes, definitely,” comes the over-confident reply. Oh, so he is awake and can actually speak when he wants to...

“Mmm, you are so sure about yourself. But what if we have made a little pact just to confuse you? What if I’d told him ...

... how to touch you to fool you into believing that it’s me, and I’d do something new and random to confuse you?” Then, ominously, I add, “You don’t need to answer that.”

I lower myself onto his thighs and cup my fingers around the outline of his cock and start rubbing him slowly. His eyes are still sealed, but a provocative, playful smile lingers on his sexy, dry lips.

I alternate between stroking him and massaging his inner thighs as I continue. “Just imagine feeling all those sensations, our hands on your thighs, all over your body, rubbing your cock. Not only would you not have a clue which hand belongs to whom, but at the same time, he and I could be touching each other, doing things to each other, and you wouldn’t know. Maybe one of my hands would be wanking you, the other one stroking him. ‘Such a nice thick cock’, I’d say. ‘Shame you can’t see it. But if you’ll be a good boy, we can remove the blindfold. Only much later, though.' Maybe I'd be kissing him passionately before giving you head. Or the opposite. Or perhaps it will be his lips on your cock, and you’d have no idea." I say this with a light, evil chuckle because while he has no problem giving (especially together with me), he is not keen on receiving. But in this situation, he wouldn't know. My plan is delicious, deceitful, despicable, perfect.

"Of course, we would tease you with little snippets or pretend to do things just to wind you up.” I slide back up with my pussy lips around his cock, my breath ...