TheAmbassadorOfRomanceInVenus's blog: "Sex and love -- or should it be the other way around?"

I would bring you into my room, the small and ugly room I live in here, bring you inside and lock the door. I would take your clothes from your body; not slowly, not even romantically, but with the urgency of need. With the curtains closed, I would blindfold you and tie your hands and feet to the bed struts. This bed is so narrow there is no room for two to move, and it is scarcely long enough for your height, but I place cushions under your heels to make you comfortable and put a second pillow under your thighs. I do not even remove my own clothes, yet. I am afraid that without my clothes I would lose all control and make love to you immediately. But time has been too long for that, time far too long without you. I want to savour your body as long as possible, before you experience mine. Instead, I straddle your chest with my half-clothed legs, my body facing away from you as I admire your penis. Your skin is so soft, and the flesh so firm underneath, I could touch you this way for hours. Sometimes I forget what that can do, what it is like to have someone caress you there slowly, so slowly. I run my forefinger around the top of your penis. I like this part of you, the colour and feel of the skin, the pattern of your veins. I stroke with one finger the underside of your cock, following the ridge of loose skin at the top, down, tracing your veins, to your balls. They are tight already. I cup your balls in one hand and stroke them with my thumb, then let go and run my palm across them, following lightly with my fingers. I stroke your inner thighs with my other hand. A tiny drop of moisture emerges at the tip of your penis. I touch it with my forefinger and spread your fluid over your glans. Then I bend to kiss you where I have spread it. You can feel what I am doing before I have done it, and push up with your thighs. You are aching in the same way that I am aching. I can feel the heat in your flesh, and the tension in mine. My cunt is tightening. I want you inside me. I take my hands from your groin and place them on my thighs. From here I can bend down a little and blow a stream of air onto your skin, the way I know it arouses you. Your penis jumps. I bend further, far enough that my breasts hang either side of your penis, and draw my fingers lightly over your legs, from your calves up to your inner thighs, almost to your balls, then stop short and begin again, stretching myself to full length over your lower body so your organs touch my chest, then drawing away with my body as my hands again come close to touching your penis. I can feel how hard your cock is. It seems harder each time my breasts brush past it. You must be impatient with me, you must want to be inside me already, but you have not made a noise. I am glad the ropes are tight. I want to savour all of you before I take you - your smell, your taste, the feel of your skin, the look of you. I bring my hands to your balls and draw my fingertips slowly over them. You squirm beneath me - it tickles you. I move my hands further up and cup them around your penis, squeezing gently at its base. Still holding the skin I move my hands upward, very slowly, and them down again. And again; but this time even slower. And again. Another drop of fluid appears on your glans. I lick it off carefully. It tastes of salt. Moving my lips down to kiss you, I have slipped back, and now my cunt is close to your face. You lift your head and nuzzle me. I am still clothed, but through the cotton of my underclothes you can taste my fluid seeping, and you stretch out your tongue to take in more. I tremble, but it is not time for this. So I tease. While your tongue and lips still press against me, I undo the fastenings of my skirt. I hear you breathe more quickly, anticipating me naked, my skin against your mouth, my juices on your skin. I straighten and stand up, out of your reach, and draw the skirt over my head. I take off my underpants, dropping them so they land on your chest. My blouse and brassiere I throw on the floor. Then I kneel between your legs. Here you cannot reach me, but I can touch you. You say something - you are disappointed, and tense against the ropes, but I do not answer you. Your legs are tied apart and now I nestle my face between them, taking in your smell and the warmth of your skin. I reach out my tongue and touch it to your inner thigh, tasting the saltiness of you. I hold there a minute then move higher, taking in new salt, new skin. Very slowly moving up your leg in this way, I reach the crack between your your balls and your groin, and here I pause. Carefully, slowly I repeat the same process on your opposite thigh. This time I go on to lick your balls, running my tongue over them from top to bottom, until you push so hard on the ropes I am afraid you will hurt yourself. And at this, I lift up and lay my body on yours, so that your erection pushes into my soft belly. I kiss you on the mouth. Your tongue pushes into my mouth, hard, running over my teeth and tongue and gums, drawing saliva from me, for a minute or more. You will not let my tongue into your mouth, you push me away every time I try to enter. And your cock pushes against my belly, so hard, you grind into me, as far as the ropes will let you move. It is the first time we have kissed. After a minute has passed, you pull your head away as if to signal an end. I don't want this. I want to cradle your head in my arms, gently lick and nibble at your ears, leave great love bites on your neck and shoulders, and hard teeth marks on your chest. But I let you have your way. I lift myself from your torso and kneel again between your legs, taking my underclothing from where it has lain on your chest, and wrap it around your cock. The moisture touches your soft skin. I rub the fabric over your cock. Each time a drop of fluid appears at the tip, I wipe it away. I rub faster and faster, bringing you closer to orgasm. You are trying to hold back. I stop. I kiss you gently on your glans, and lick around the rim of your cock. You push up, wanting to be in my mouth. Briefly I allow it, letting your cock slide into my mouth, letting you feel the warmth of my mouth and its wetness. Then I pull away and again wrap the cloth around your penis. Slowly I rub the garment over your organ, then faster, faster, faster. Your face contorts, you are holding back, waiting for me to stop. But this time I don't stop. And when your cum shoots out, falling onto our belly, and covering my hands, I take it and spread it over your body and mine. I touch it to my lips, and then I kiss you. You pull away. I think you are angry. You wanted to be inside me, this first time. I lie on your chest and feel the wetness of my cunt, and how swollen it is with passion. Your penis is soft now. With one hand I take and wet it with my fluids, and with the other I gently stroke it. Then I kneel beside the bed and take your length in my mouth, feeling all the folds of skin with my tongue, one by one. I suck on it, gently then hard by turns, I push it around my mouth with my tongue. Gently I take it between my teeth and scrape the soft skin. I feel the blood rise and the tissue swell. You begin to fill my mouth. Soon I cannot hold you all, and I begin to lick and bite along the sides of your penis instead, then taking you inside my mouth briefly, moving my lips up and down over you. All the while my hands are playing over your balls, or rubbing over the base of your penis, or stroking your thighs. I take your length into my mouth, and now I move up and down over your penis, flicking with my tongue as I move, gently sucking at your flesh, still moving my hands over you, lightly stroking your balls, or holding the base of your penis between finger and thumb, pulling at you as my mouth moves. I feel how your cock jumps - and then I slow down, release you, only lightly touching with one finger, or two, hold you in suspense before beginning again, before once again taking you in my mouth, sucking, licking, stroking, teasing. This goes on for a long time. My cunt is so hot, so wet. At times I touch myself with one hand while I am licking you, and then take my fingers and lick them, tasting my juices. Now I untie the blindfold. I kneel above your erect penis, just high enough that our organs do not touch, and begin to masturbate. Slowly, slowly. At first, touching only the outer lips of my cunt, my index finger running over and around them, spreading the moisture spilling from me. My lips are swollen with blood, full and aching to be touched. Even without touching inside them, I am shaking at the pleasure. You are watching me. I lean back so you can see more easily. I drag my nails over the inside of my thighs, leaving red marks like arrows pointing to my cunt. Now I open my lips with both hands, showing you my vulva, wet and swollen and red. I touch one finger to it and taste the liquid - it is sweet and salty at once. There is so much of it now that drops of it fall on your penis. But I do not touch you. I am pleasuring myself. I put one, two, three fingers into my cunt and move them in and out, reaching up to touch the most sensitive parts. I see your penis jump, as you see my face contorting and my body trembling with the pleasure. You want to touch me too, you want to be inside me. I fuck myself with my fingers until I am almost ready to come, then withdraw, and begin caressing my clitoris. Drawing liquid up from my cunt over this soft, sensitive skin, and moving my index finger in circles around my clit, I tease the skin and nerves, creating pleasure for myself, but not too soon, not too fast. I feel it like a welcome guest, seen from a distance, moving closer and closer until fully recognised, all sensation moving toward the centre and becoming more intense... more... more... until it breaks over me. When my orgasm is over, when the wave has receded, I lift your penis and gently touch the tip to my cunt. My moisture runs over you. I take the head, and move it over my lips, my clit, my cunt opening. It feels good - your skin is soft and smooth, it stimulates me. I lean over you and keep on moving your cock against my cunt, faster, until I can feel the sensation, the distant sensation, of another orgasm. I push the head of your penis into my cunt. You are breathing fast now, and with this movement you quickly draw in your breath, and roll your hips. You try to enter me more deeply, but I hold back. Only the tip of your penis is inside me, but I hold it with my muscles, and squeeze on it. Slowly, very slowly, I lower myself onto you, feeling the hardness of your erection pressing inside me. Several times I stop, holding you there only half-penetrating me, and press on you with my muscles. Then I let you enter me completely. You draw in breath, deeply. I push down as hard as I can, feeling the length of you within me, feeling the warmth of your skin. Tightening all my muscles, I draw up away from you, until you are no longer inside me. Then I lower myself again, as slowly - and again, and again. I lean forward till I am lying over your chest, and push with my hips. You kiss me deeply and with passion, your eyes are closed but I can feel how near you are. I slow down. Then hold still, sitting upright, testing you only with my muscles, squeezing you with my cunt, as slowly as I can stand. Your eyes are on me, they want me to move, to make you come. I wait, minutes seeming like hours. Then I move again, slowly. And again stop. My cunt is so wet. I touch myself with one finger, and now the muscles contract of themselves. I look at you and smile. You are ready to come again and so am I. I push faster, the tip of your cock hits against me, deep inside. I am laughing, crying at once. You lift your head and bury your teeth in my neck, holding me still. You are coming, hard. When you let go, I lift from you and lie beside you, holding you with one arm, my other hand touching myself. You kiss me, again and again. This orgasm is slow, long, sweet... We collapse together, my hands covering us both