You could call her a little bit on the shy side. This lovely little Italian woman I barely knew. I was in southern New England visiting with associates from a magazine, I occasionally pen for. She was 5'3 somewhere around 120 Lbs with a pleasant face and 36B chest. What initially caught my attention was the way she looked in her black patent 3 inch heels. Ok... so I'm almost a sucker for women in heels, I make no bones about it. I like my women overtly sexy, and unafraid of their sexuality. To a person such as myself, who's life is one giant race from one adrenal rush to the other, fear is merely an excuse for not living.

What held my interest in this woman was an undefined sense of something more. You know... still waters run deep. For months I was just a voice on a phone, words on a page (which she would type into the system for eventual layout) and in erotic email. But now we had met, and I knew deep within her, there was wondrous passion. I wont bore you with the details of how she a married woman got into bed with me.....

Yes... one could argue for days over the morality of my life, but please spare me. I know no guilt, and have little shame. If your wife or girlfriend is unhappy enough to wonder, then as far as I'm concerned she's fair Game. For the truth is.. if not me, then it WILL be someone else. Besides, I NEVER sleep with my friends women. A rule I have never broken..... but I digress.

( Anyway.. as I was saying )

Let us suffice to say, offer someone the sweetness of their hidden desire and more often than not they shall succumb to themselves.

She is bound now before me, spread eagle to her Masters bed face down. Two pillows delicately placed under her hips raise her dripping pussy and vulnerable ass to my mercy.

A small sound comes from her mouth as she feels the warm oil fall to her skin. Yes ... I'm going to massage her. I want her to feel how helpless she is. To savor the sensations of being bound, gagged and blind folded. The scent of almonds rises up from her skin to fill the room. My hands dance, a slow sensual sway upon her shoulders. I can feel each muscle as I work her. Her hair is a chestnut brown, the ends now lightly coated with almond oil.

Deliberately, I move down her back and then return up her spine. Each trip I purposely manipulate each muscle and vertebrae. At this moment I imagine I'm a concert pianist, and she is my baby grand. Her, breath deepens with a throaty rasp. All the energy from this sensual torture has no where to go. She can't move, therefore it builds in the body... and in the loins. This is the great secret of this type bondage, every stroke is magnified. A simple shiver, becomes a convulsion an orgasm becomes a leap to another world.

Its been about fifteen minutes and my hands slide down her 24 inch waist and over 36 inch hips. I begin kneading her ass and thighs. The moons bobble to my hand rhythm. There is a muffled groan as I work the inner thighs. I stroke, all the way up just short of her beautiful cunt. I squeeze hard, I squeeze soft, her body responds, with such lust. A small wet spot has formed on the pillow. Her pussy, now churning, is squirting out its juice. My victim undulates, pussy muscles clenching as she try's to ease, her sweet agony. She is now besieged by the forces of desire. If her gag was not present, I'm sure she would beg. Like many before her, she would sue for terms of surrender, so as to be released from this increasing carnality; which has taken her near the edge of sanity. She would lay herself at my feet, offering herself up for my enjoyment, my demands. Her most private parts open, penetrable to my whims. But, this time, there will be no such release. No white night to vanquish me... her captor.

I reach up, unhook her wrist cuffs from the lines at each bedpost. Then crossing one arm over the other, I re-attach them to the opposite posts. Gentile cries of discomfort filter through her ball gag as I now undo her legs. Firmly I grasp each ankle, then I cross her legs the same way as her arms forcing her to roll over on to her back. Quickly, I return her legs to their previously bound state and adjust her arms. Now she is on her back, restrained spread eagle face up, ready for more.

Warm Almond oil drips from my hands on to her chest. I once again begin my ministrations. My hands dance sensually over her skin, lingering to flirt with her breasts and nipples. I lower my head and take a hardened nipple into my mouth. Hot lips grab hold of little rocks which are then sucked into my mouth. I swirl my tongue, up and down and from side to side. First one nipple, then the other.

Her hips gyrate, her ass grinds into the bed. Sounds of lust muffled by her gag drift through the room. My hand moves down her body and then to her feet. From there I once again return to her inner thighs. Her dark pussy hair is matted from her own dew. Beneath her ass is a wet spot grows a testament to her raging lust.

I graze my fingers across her moist pussy lips. Her hips suddenly fly up to greet my hand and attempt a rocking motion. Her cries of desperation come through her gag as she tries to fuck my fingers. I turn my hand over and gaze at my slick finger tips. She is so wet now that "wet" is an understatement. Lowering my hand I toy with her. Her hips jump and gyrate as much as anyone can while tied spread eagle to a bed. This now wanton Italian woman grunts from the effort of fucking my hand with her slick pussy. Up and down, she frantically rubs herself against my out stretched fingers. The tone and pitch of her muffled cry's gets higher and higher. The movements of her hips more urgent. Until finally she reaches the edge..... and I pull my hand away.

Through her gag she screams her frustration, as her pussy does a the lonely prance of unfulfilled lust. Her eyes are now intense with anger as she locks her gaze into mine. I scoop my hands under her ass and use my elbows to lock her legs open. My tongue flicks across her clit. Her hips jump off the bed, trying to shove her pussy into my mouth. But, gravity pulls her back. My lips close around her clit and I suck it gently. At the same time, I flick the tip of my tongue up and down; then side to side. Her body shakes, shivers and her head rolls back and forth. Animals sounds float from her long denied depths as my lips and tongue massage her swollen lust.

I can feel the muscles in her legs tense as she is getting ready to cum. Pulling my hands out from under her ass I suddenly climb on top of her and with a single stroke enter her hot gushing pussy. Even though she's only 5'3" she bucks like a wild Italian mare, her hips grinding, and fucking me. I pump her hard and fast finally giving her what she wants. Sounds of frantic lust vibrate off of the walls as the bed creeks under the strain of our mutual horizontal love dance. If this was a ballroom, we would not be waltzing to Mozart .... we'd be slam dancing to Billy Idol.

With a final jerk muffled scream she cum's hard and long. Muscles spasm, then contort in ecstasy. Reaching up I undo her gag so she can breath. She gasps for air as I continue fucking her with a frantic pace. She's through the pleasure barrier now, holding her on the other side is effortless. I whisper obscenities into her ear over an over. Once again her body jerks, this time she cries out as she cum's again, then falls back to the sheets. Moments later I blast my self off inside her hungry pussy. I'm amazed and how in seems to swallow my cum like a starving soul.

I lay on my left side, next to Kathy after unfettering her from the bed. My right hand plays the warm gooey wetness of her womanhood.

" Well, " I ask her." What do you think ? "

"Different..... very different."

I let my fingers move down to her anus and begin to play. Kathy reaches down and slaps my hand away from between her legs.

" You can have that next time," she play full scolds me. I smile.. and look forward to the future.