Blindfolded & bound, other senses take over. The sizzle of oil, the scent of garlic & ginger blooming under the heat.
A slight click as stoneware meets countertop.
"Open"
My legs cannot move, so I open my mouth.
Bite by bite, you pull me through the meal, avoiding contact so only taste overwhelms me. Spicy shrimp. Cool cucumber slices. Tiny rice balls. Lemon scented water.
"Dessert"
Something cool slides a path down neck to pussy, strawberries color your kiss. You place a firm berry between my lips.
"Don't bite."
Then you taste my desire as the essence of strawberries floods my existence.
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Hot. I guess I have to start following Twitter again!
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