Nothing but the soft sheets caressing your naked skin
The air-conditioning on full blast
Sending waves of cold washing along skin already rippling with goosebumps in excitement
Thick restraints wound tight around wrists and ankles
Pulling your limbs out
Exposing your perfect nakedness
A heavy blindfold shuts out the light as classic music swells to fill your ears
You exist only as the sensation washing across your skin
And the knowledge that I am out there somewhere
Your skin burns with a hundred phantom touches
So much so you barely notice the feather
Tickling your arms pit
Tracing along your stomach
Swishing over your hard nipples
The touch grows more insistent
The pinwheel shoots up your leg and you try to scream against the gag
A dab of goo presses against one nipple
The firm pinch fading to ice numbness
That suddenly stripped away by a growing fire
The pinwheel circles the other nipple before disappearing
You gasp as I push the ice cube against the top of your pussy
Shiver as rivulets of freezing water drip into your burning slit
The frigid edges teasing out the fringes of your hood
Your clit spasming with shocks as I start to tickle you
My fingers dancing over your skin as I run ice cubes along your lips
Then all you feel is my nails scrapping along your chest
Mere cover as I slide a finger into your tight pussy, coated in hot lube
The heat almost painful as I push into you
Slowly dribbling more heat onto your needy body
Alternating with sprays of ice water to slack your burning need
And all the while I push deeper into you thrusting harder and faster
Flexing and probing at your hidden depths
The restraints biting as you try and move
But there is no give, no slack. Only sensation and coming madness
