Hands Explore Curves

All it took was a sexy smile. From then on I knew I would be in for a treat. I used my hands to explore her curves. Like a master sculptor creating he’s next masterpiece. Or the next great musician fingering he’s guitar.

These hands thoroughly expressed my intense emotions through her. Smoothing, forming and caressing her with hot accents to my liking. Delicate but rough I begin to create my next great masterpiece upon her form like an empty canvas having only my hands and my imagination as limits to all possibilities.

When we met she told that she couldn’t believe I was blind because of the way I moved. Little did she know I had memorized every detail and that even now I was memorizing her body and all of its beautiful flaws. I feel her body react and sway becoming more and more anxious as I tease her valleys and peaks with my finger tips. She gets more excited as I am just now begging to play with her body. Delicately flicking her nipples back and forth slowly like caressing petals on a flower. They feel like precious stones maybe amber or jade.

I grab her breasts forcefully and drift melodic fingertips down into her sweet nectar filled honey pot. Her back arches as the pleasure for her begins to double. As I play on her walls like a jazz beat. I make love to her body with slow, melodic, direct intention. My hands drum beats out off of pure inspiration. Like child’s play I am drifting down her curves with no fear of wrong turns.

By the pleasure and passion of my touch she has become bound by it. She moans and bites her lip the deeper and faster I play inside of her with my fingertips.  She wants and urges to grasp on to me. To wrap her legs around me in a deathly leg lock like some snake devouring its prey. But, like I said she is bound by her restraints keep her where I want her. I have only just begun to create my passionate filled masterpiece. Even though her moans and screams of delight express her want to get to the main event. Especially the way her juices are flowing out her like free flowing honey. 

I lick my fingers clean of her sweetness.

I think it is now time for this blind man to taste what my fingertips have created.