Repetition, constantly improving, repeating, observing him, looking and watching his every move, gesture, understanding his body language and words unspoken. Held and constantly taught to watch the smallest detail of his gestures, not to fail, or to assume, to question and observe, to please and be pleased in return.

These are my weekends, where the hassles and struggles of day to day fade away, where there are no others, or time for anything other than what we pleasure. The rain is falling on our ocean, staining and washing away the dirt off each pebble, the sand becoming muddy, yet it is all at once peaceful. The shower clouds bring with them a rejuvenation, and even though my head is far from dreamland, it’s somewhere stationed still with a midst of stress, I float into his arms.

He blinds my eyes, with the softest of silk, I can feel a strand of hair being pulled into the knot he has tied, but say nothing. He undress me, slowly allowing my summer dress to fall to the floor, the zipper tapping as it hits. I feel his hands, sense his breath, shudder under the heat of his touch. He says nothing, only touches, raises and lifts my body with a controlled touch. I willingly move as he guides me. Back to chest, chest to chest. Soft skin against coarse jeans, rough fingers gripping voluptuous skin, my curls cascade with each movement. Against the wall my breasts find holding, his hands imprint themselves on the cheeks of my ass, one hand holding my two wrists. His tongue traces up my spine, dancing along my neck, his breath hums in my ear. I smell him, the rustic hunger, that sweet ocean sun kissed skin, I try to find softness with my head bowing his face. His beard scratches my neck, my face, he turns me around and licks me, bites me, kisses me up and down. I am wet, not just wet, no I am dripping in hunger. He pulls  my knees apart and laps up my drops of dew, his course beard with the coolness of his tongue have me sinking against the wall.

My heels catch my balance, he grips my hips with hunger writhing me with force against his face. I can’t see, only feel. I cum. No not just cum, I gush all over his mouth and face, he moans and groans and pulls me to his mouth with desperation, drinking me in without mercy.

He pulls me down to the floor, kiss me, I taste myself on his tongue and it’s like sugar mixed with him. He grabs my hair, pulling the long tresses gently as he has me crawling to wherever. A few steps and my knees hit carpet, he rolls me over, and my back is flat. I feel him moving above me, straddling me I think, there is something he is doing, metal touching me, I shiver, then I hear his jeans open, the metal brushes my lips, and I open to taste whatever it is, soft and cool to the senses, tiniest details, intricate, chains perhaps. He replaces it with his cock, a favor I am overjoyed to taste, a flavor I am constantly hungry for. I suck, lick, enjoy, and then I feel the metal against my nipples, the coldness has me startled, my nipples for sure puckering, and I feel the tightening pinches as he fastens my nipples, and pulls the binding chain. His cock still in my mouth, my mouth finding comfort in sucking, deep lapping needy stretches. He pulls the chain and instantly my clit pulsates, my cunt edges, and then he moves right above my face and starts to face fuck me, pulling the chain every time I take him deeper. Each pull I edge, moaning around his shaft, trying to find air as his cock is in my throat.

Time is not important I have no sense of how long he has been fucking me, only that I am unsure how I am still edging and hydrated. He pulls out of my throat and I can feel my saliva wash over my face. I feel beautiful, smothered and open. He smears my body with my wetness, and then relieves my nipples from their binds, telling me what a good girl I am, kissing each one with adoration.

He spreads my legs, without warning and thrusts fully into my core, I scream under the pressure, cumming instantly, as finally being relieved from the pressure. He presses up, and then pulls out, I know myself, I know I have flooded the carpet. He smacks my cunt and flips me over,  he tells me – my wetness is too much, that he needs to fuck me, hard and fast. I raise up on my knees, he removes the blindfold, and pushes into my ass. My eyes try to adjust, but fail under the weight of his cock thrusting in me. I keep them closed. Breathing is my only focus. Cumming a quick second after breathing.

Time, the only thing I know is the sun was out at high noon when he started, now I see it kissing the ocean, the way he is kissing my spine. He asks me a question, I only moan as a response, he knows I am his as he is mine, and all over me is perfectly fine with me.