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PART 1
Last night I dreamt of you. Fantasized, dreamt...I'm not quite sure which one. We were standing in your bedroom, face to face, eyes locked on eyes.

I told you to take all of your clothes off. You did. I gently pushed you back in the chair. No words were spoken, they didn't need to be.

I gradually removed my shirt and bra standing before you. The look in your eyes was making me moist. I straddled you high so your lips were against my rib cage. Excruciatingly slow, I moved my body down yours, feeling every movement, every touch of your flesh against my own.

My breasts above your head, on your face, chest, stomach, penis, thighs...until I was on my knees in front of you, in a worshiping position.

I looked up at you with my best sensual, entranced look. God you looked so beautiful sitting there.

I lingeringly stood up in front of you. I placed my hand on your knee, and as I walked around to the back of your body, my fingertips traced an erotic line up your leg, to your thigh and stopped at your stomach.

By this time I was standing behind you. With one hand still on your stomach, I reached around and placed my other hand beside it. Very softly I ran my nails up your stomach and chest, feeling your stomach quiver and your head tip back at the pleasure of my softness.

You felt something delicately placed around your head. I was blindfolding you. I walked around to the front of you again. I stood there in silence, just taking you all in, and with the knowledge that you didn't have the slightest clue as to what was going on.

Well, I'll tell you what I was doing. I was analyzing the softness of your skin, the crease in your stomach, the hair on your legs. I was eating you alive with my eyes...devouring you until I had to place my hand down my pants. Oh God, you heard me moan.

I had to stop...or my plans would never be complete. I went to a bag I had brought on the floor. I pulled out two thigh high nylons, and proceeded to spread your legs wide open and tie your ankles to the chair. You never said a word during the entire process...just let me do my thing.

Take your right hand and play with yourself. I licked my lips as I watched you lick your hand and made the small distance travel to your penis. You started off really slow, just working the shaft up and down. You were doing this for me, and it made me so horny.

I couldn't touch myself...not yet. Take your other hand and play with your balls for me. You followed my command, gently tugging and rolling those beauties around. Your hand started moving faster, your breathing choppy, and your hips raising off the chair. I quickly intervened, removing both your hands from your body.

Back into the bag I go, and I tie up your left hand, leaving only your right arm free. I tell you to pleasure yourself. You once again glide your hand to your penis...man that penis. I stand before you, and from head level squeeze a bottle of aromatherapy massage oil I brought back from China.

It seemed to take a while, but then I saw it. Drip, drip...right on to the engorged head of your penis. You kept on moving that hand, moaning at the new wetness. I trailed that oil in little drops all the way down your shaft and onto your balls. Man...you were really getting into this, and I was soaked through my clothes.

I reached down and massaged the oil onto your balls, while you worked your penis. We moved in perfect unison. I stopped, but told you to keep going, reminding you that you were not allowed to ejaculate.

I took a step back from you and removed my remaining clothing. I sat down on the floor, your hand working mere inches from my face. My hand made a trail down from my neck, stopping to gently tug at my nipple ring.

Oh, my hand was floating smoothly over my stomach, my hand still moist with the oil. Oh, baby. That's it...work that penis for me...I moaned after I had found the spot I needed to be in. I kept my eyes focused on your hand, but frequently to your face to see your expression.

You were right into this. If I left the room you would keep going. I dipped my hand lower, and then back up, bringing my wetness with me. The slow circles I was making on my clit felt so amazing, and with my piercing it was like I had two hands working me at the same time.

Oh, darling I wanted that penis inside me so bad. You suddenly stopped working that bad boy and I asked you why. You said you stopped cause you weren't allowed to ejaculate. Good boy.

I removed my wet hand and moved the moisture to my breasts. I got up on my knees and placed your penis in between my breasts. I moved them up and down on your penis, and your head went back and out came the moans that I love so much.

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