Icy Hot

The temperature in the room is perfect for sex and the candles add the right amount of heat.  I look at you lying on bed with the blindfold on and your arms in surrender. You are mine. All mine. Gentle, gentle.

I move my body gracefully over yours.  My breasts trace your nose, the nipple rings catching on your lips. You part them expectantly.   My tongue slips in slight and rubs against your upper lip, tickling your mouth.  I can feel you underneath me but I deny you.

Beads of sweat begin to form on your brow.  I know I’ve gotten to you.  I whisper ” don’t move. I will be right back.”  Before you have a chance to move,  I am back.  Your hand is in my mouth as my tongue envelops each finger taking whole while the ice in my other hand quenches your lips.

When the ice touches your warm skin it melts on contact. I put a cube in my mouth and kiss you deeply.  A welcome cold respite before things get even hotter…

Yours truly,

your kinky courtesan xx