A cruise ship on the Danube. Helena’s and Siebe’s idea. Floating on the Danube while am floating in you the entire weekend. Many stops along the way. Visiting castles, wineries, historic villages that haven’t changed much since the 19th century.

Our cabin is impeccably clean. Hurray for that. I did mercifully euthanize a spider before she met a worse fate in the form of a high maintenance six foot glamour escort girl. Ok, of course you’re not a top priced escort girl mingling with oligarchs, but you certainly could be. You could be anything. Maybe not therapist. True.

We have drunk some white wine on deck. Enjoyed the sunset. Helena has talked a lot about her work as an assistant in an atelier. And her PHD. She’s clearly found her passions in life. Siebe looks like Polish men will look, but is friendly and reserved. Possibly enjoying the view.
We part cordially and go down to our cabin.

We talk a bit about everything that was said today and everything we saw. You send pictures to your Sophie.

We get into that mood we occasionally are in.

‘Did you bring them?’, you ask.

When it comes to sexuality you have a sophisticated way of communicating with using only half sentences where more is said by tone of voice than the actual meaning of the words.

I did bring them.

To not make this awkward I don’t say a word more. Some things are better done than dwelled upon.

I dim the lights. You undress. I take one of your flowery silk scarfs and bind it across your eyes and forehead. That place where you look for wrinkles and where there are none. But then I don’t put you under a microscope. I suspect that sometimes you do.

The metal handcuffs are heavy.

The bed has the ideal rails for it.

You lie back. Naked and blindfolded. You are a breath taking sight to see.

I put on our playlist. Over the years it’s grown to over 1,500 songs.

And wouldn’t you know it? ‘When the levee breaks’, by Led Zeppelin starts playing.

I lift up your long, slender arm and put the cold metal around it and squeeze the handcuff shut. You’re not saying a word, but you are reddish in your face and breathing more heavily. You are not moving at all as if you are frozen in place, usually also a sign with you that you are very aroused. I do the same to the other arm.

I let my right hand slide from the top of your forehead, over your nose, over your lips, chin, neck, chest, fit belly, along your thighs and back up, and ever so gently I run one finger over your pussy. You are dripping wet. I suck your wetness off my finger.

I light a candle. Burgundy color. A thick one like the ones from a church.

While the wax is forming I make a point of gently biting you all over, but in little nibs, sort of like a pesky duck would do. My bites are not hard enough to leave marks, but they are certainly causing a bit of pain sensations shooting through your whole body. I make the bites land unpredictably.

The wax is ready. I let it drip from your chest all the way down. Not in a steady stream, but in little droplets. Many droplets.

We have of course covered the bed with a large plastic foil. States of cleanliness to be maintained at all times.

I tell you I am going to lick you like a hungry wolf eats. If you dare to orgasm before one hour has passed you will be punished for it.

I know just the thing for it.

But you are a good girl, for once. I see you struggle, writhe, move sideways to escape my tongue and avoid climaxing.

It’s making me ragingly horny to see you exposed so much. Delivered to me. My hands go everywhere. Grab you, caress you, pinch you.

I can see you are really blending into the moment. The tension and cramps in your loins, legs, pussy, nipples and lips must be peaking now. Stinging you, enslaving you.

My balls have a broiling sea in them. They are crawling into my body as if to escape from all this arousal. As if they want to crawl up through my penis and into you.

My balls that are in reality your balls. I have signed them over to you. Nobody else owns these balls. They are yours. They empty themselves only for you, because of you, with you, in you, all over you.

When the hour is up my penis is throbbing with aching lust for you.

I basically jump on top of you and for ram it in, hungrily. The feeling of oneness with you is the ultimate emotion a male can experience can experience in his life time. I feel the walls of your pussy clutching my dick. The warmth of it. Sucking me into you. You are extremely tight because of all the preceding stimulation.

I lift your endless legs up towards my shoulders and they slide over them to my back.

Because of the position my pubic bone is now hitting your clitoris directly.

I am penetrating uncommonly fast. Really slamming into you now. Am a bit worried that because of all this movement those handcuffs may be pulling at your wrists now, but even a horse couldn’t pull me away right now.

I say you are allowed to come. I say I am going to shoot you full right now. Completely full.

It’s almost inaudible, but I hear ‘do it’.

Am shaking all over, my eyes are soaking you up, while you are soaking me up, down there.

You are climaxing too. With a long, long, loud sigh of splendid relief.

I take a clean tissue and carefully wipe away what you have summoned out of me.

I uncuff you. I kiss your wrists.

You’ll want a shower now, but for a bit we lie there and I look at you, affection dripping from my eyes. There is nothing more beautiful than you, nothing hits me as hard as being with you.

I can sense you are not in the mood for talking.

My hands softly caress you. In that very gentle way that has a cooling effect.

Before you get up you do say, but again barely audible: ‘I still don’t know how it’s possible, but you have taken me to a place where I have sworn a million times over I would never ever let a guy take me. And am mad at you for it, but also grateful. Very grateful actually. And I hate that I couldn’t stop myself from saying this.’

I want to react, but you go ‘shhhst, for once, don’t react, just don’t. It was beautiful. Everything with you is. And you don’t even realize it.’

You go and take that shower.

When one gets everything one every wanted one feels such a sense of joy one wants to share it with the whole world.

I make a vow to share my happiness as much as possible from now on.

You return after quite some time has passed, but also not longer than usual, and you ask if I can read something to you until you fall asleep.

‘Something sweet and innocent.’

I read the Little Prince to you. Till about page 12 when I spot you have already dozed off.

You look peaceful and relaxed.

I feel myself falling into sleep too.

As fast as I fell for you.


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