Here is another piece of writing I thought some of you, at least, might like to read.  It was written about half-way through the year my husband was stationed overseas, so the topic should be understandable.  Hope you enjoy!

She could feel the warmth of the sunlight upon her eyelids.  She sighed, knowing it would be useless to try to recapture the dream she had awakened from, even if sleep was attainable again.  Knowing she must rise, she began to slowly twist and turn, moaning softly from the pleasure of her muscles stretching, unlimbering from their tense sleeping positions and returning to normal.  Her skin tingled with feeling as she started to turn over on her side…and discovered she couldn’t.  Startled, her sleep-drugged mind was finally able to identify the peculiar sensations she’d noticed when she woke.  Upon her wrists she felt the smooth cold strength of metal that kept her from moving her hands lower than head level.  On her ankles she felt the soft, rough warmth of the braided leather belts holding her left apart with little room to move.  She could feel the light pressure of a silk scarf over her eyes even before her eyelids fluttered open to see a pale pink light that revealed nothing to her.  A small voice in her head told her that she should be afraid, but she wasn’t.  She loved the heightened perceptions that sightlessness gave her.

She felt his presence in the room even before she could feel the heat his body radiated or hear the quiet rasping of his breath.  He neared the bed and reached for the crisp linen sheet covering her, letting it slide caressingly over her body as he pulled it from above her.  Her skin pebbled in the chill air, her nipples hardening into tight little buds atop the lush curves of her full breasts.  She heard the sharp intake of his breath and knew that he appreciated the beauty of her naked form.  She heard him moving across the room, away from her, pausing and rummaging through items that she thought must be on the sofa, and returning to stand beside the bed after making his selections.  She was beginning to wonder what was happening when she felt a hot gust of air on her toes and realized it was his breath. 

She could feel him hovering above her, brushing his hair ever so lightly across her skin, his breath pebbling her skin as his lips descended towards her…and halted just before reaching her.  Her body came alive as he worked his way past her calves to her thighs, moving from one leg to the other.  When he reached their apex he passed quickly to her belly and continued to move upwards, passing over her breasts to reach her face and arms, not stopping until her entire body had been bathed in his essence.  Her body strained to the point that it no longer hungered—it cried out, for the touch of human flesh…she felt the damp heat of his breath upon her breast followed by the softness of his lips brushing across her taut nipple.  She arched against his body as his teeth grazed her, and moaned as his mouth closed fully on her breast, caressing it with his lips and tongue. 

She writhed passionately against his glistening form as his mouth blazed a trail from one breast to the other, enjoying them thoroughly before continuing down her torso, pausing only to trace her bellybutton with the tip of his tongue before resuming his quest.  She felt a gust of warm air blow through her soft curls and then, finally, his mouth descended to the center of her being.  Jolts of electricity flared through her body as his tongue traced her desire-swollen lips and parted them to lightly flick across her pleasure point before thrusting into her very core.  His hands slid smoothly beneath her firm buttocks, squeezing as he lifted them slightly, allowing him to delve even deeper inside her sweetness.  A low, pleasure filled moan began in her throat as he used his tongue to massage her from the inside while one hand moved through her curls, his fingertips finding her aching nub.  Her pleasure only intensified when his callused fingers traced alongside their mated lips and, already slicked by her damp desire, slid smoothly into her as his tongue moved on and began circling the sensitive bud of her desire.  At first his fingers were slow, reaching inside as far as possible and retreating over and over again, the exciting friction building a tension she found almost unbearable as he sped up the tempo.  The attentions of his mouth upon her swollen bud made her tremble with need, his tongue alternating between long, soft caresses and quick flicks across the sensitive tip, sending chills of pleasure through her.  She was burning with need, her back arching, seeking to press herself closer to him than she already was, her limbs writhing, uselessly straining against her bonds…

His breath tickled her as he raised his head, his fingertips grazing her engorged lips as they slowly withdrew from her.  She felt empty, hollow with the need to be filled, to be fulfilled.  The mattress gave under him as he moved to hover above her, settling his weight between her captive legs, his rigid manhood pressing against her slippery center.  He leaned down to kiss her breasts before lowering his lips to meet hers.  She parted her lips for him, tasting herself on his tongue as it entwined with hers, just as his hardness parted her, filling her and stretching her as only he could.  She could feel the knot of sweet tension building inside her as he thrust deep inside her again and again, rotating his hips in a hypnotizing circular motion, the friction of his rubbing against her pushing her ever closer to the explosion she knew awaited her.  His hands and mouth roamed over her body, caressing her, adding to the many sensations assailing her.  Her hands clenched into fists, her heels digging into the mattress as he set a demanding rhythm.  His breath was coming quick and short when pleasure burst upon her, waves of ecstasy washing over her; the spasming of her core around him sent him over the edge, his cries of pleasure muffled against her welcoming mouth.