Blue enough for you, my love? - Category: Voyeurism
Part Three:
Quite unexpectedly the man moves away from the woman lying naked and spread-eagled on the bed and you almost, almost want to rush over and cover her protectively but you are afraid that when you are at her side you might not be able to cover her up; that instead you would be too tempted to reach out and touch her magnificent ripe, peachy, fleshy mound.
She has a kind of sexual fascination that would appeal to both men and women alike and even women with no lesbian, or bi-sexual tendencies would be drawn to her, even if they were not sexually attracted to her. The man on the other hand is the epitome of male sexual desirability; he has a strong, powerful jaw with dark heavy hooded eyes and an aura that exudes sexuality. He is a combination of at least five Hollywood superheroes that women lust after. He is rough, yet refined, if that description of one man is possible: a gay man’s ultimate fantasy and a wet-dream for any heterosexual woman.
The man has gone over to a bureau at the far end of the room and has picked up a silver ice bucket and you catch your breath as you hear the jingle of the ice that sends shivers down your spine. He is now returning to the woman who is held in crimson-corded bondage and has placed the bucket of ice on the floor at the foot of the bed. She is so vulnerable and subjected to his will that for an instant you almost hate him and his menacing dark powerful physique and yet it is difficult not to be pulled into the magnetism of the couple.
He reaches into the bucket and takes an ice cube in his hand and you watch in complete enthralment as your eyes follow, almost in slow motion, the droplets of melted ice falling from his hand that is moving up toward her bouncing nipples. You hear yourself gasp at the same time as she does when he slowly rotates an ice cube from around one rose-pink nipple to the next. It is an act of sadistic torture that is so sexy and so determined that you are now a slave to every little movement the man makes. He takes more ices cubes and begins to slide them in slow wet rivulets down her torso toward her sexy protruding mons. You know that all along you have been waiting in tortured anticipation for him to do this because it is her ripe peach that you want to see open and juicy, wet and willing.
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