The darkness enveloped me in its cold lonely hug. I am unable to hug back as my arms are bound behind my naked body.

I hear the swish of the fan blades and feel the air touch my skin like the fingers of a ghost.

I feel the rough weave of the blanket beneath me and can smell that it has been freshly laundered.

I smell something else. Smoke. Hickory. But also sweet, maybe apple. The smoker grill.

Then I hear the doorknob turn, and my breath catches in my throat. He’s here.

My urge to scream is thwarted by the idea that he would probably enjoy that too much.

The bed depresses with his weight, and I feel his warm touch spread my legs and push my knees up towards my head.

I am a ragdoll at his touch. I note the juxtaposition between the soft, sensual touch and his rough, calloused fingers.

A contrast that sends a shiver from my neck, down my spine, and ends between my legs, releasing a flood of my juices. His low growl indicates satisfaction with my response.

I feel, no I sense, him lean down in between my legs, and I moan when he rubs his stiff whiskers against my mound, then dips his face slipping his tongue between my moist folds.

I feel his tongue, his touch, a thousand times more with no sight. Each flick, each probe, each lick is threatening to send me into orbit.

He circles my clit with what feels like a massive tongue, then sucks on my jewel as he pushes something into me,

OH, SHIT, it’s cold and hard!

Recognition takes a moment as the stimulation is so overwhelming. It is the glass dildo he told me about over the phone.

Focusing on the toy deep in me, I can feel the hard bulb on the end rub my inside walls, and the ridges on the sides massage my opening with each thrust in and out.

It takes him no time at all to find the engorged spot that feels so good; I cry out, confirming he hit his target.

With that, he sets a rhythm of pumping the toy firmly across my g-spot while he sucks my clit and my pussy lips. I am screaming and bucking, which only serves to heighten the incredible sensations over and over.

As the climax begins to build from deep within my belly, I scream.

Please don’t stop. Right there. Right there.

I honestly don’t know if it’s in my head or out loud. But it doesn’t matter because he is relentless in his charge upon my most sensitive area.

With the next pump of my hips, a spasm rips through me from deep in my stomach clear down to my toes, and I gush all over his face. Spasm after spasm of orgasms detonates within me, and all I can do is hold on; this is the best roller coaster nature can provide.

When I reach the end of the ride, I collapse on the bed in exhaustion.

I sense him leave. I am trembling, and my muscles are like Jell-o, so I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. He returns to the room, and I feel a warm, soft cloth as he wipes me clean before removing all the ties that bind me. The room is dim, but I can see his handsome face as he gazes lovingly at me. 

He wraps me in his arms, and we lie on the bed for a few minutes, just cuddling. I break the silence first.

“Well, Happy Birthday to me! That was incredible, thank you. But, now can we eat whatever smells so amazing on the grill?”

Erupting in a boisterous laugh, he said, “Yes, dear, whatever you want.”

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