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The Climactic Flower

by Vaughan1 05/02/18

Her heart is pounding
Her body is still,
Naked, Bound and Beautiful.
She waits.
Blindfolded.
Spread-eagled...

She senses He is near.
She knows He is taking his time
He is looking at her.
He is admiring her.
He is examining her beauty with his eyes.
She feels him over her,
His eyes caressing her.
Her body is sensitive and on high alert.
Then He makes his move...

She is feeling the subtle petals drag across her skin.
Her breathing ratchets.
He is starting from her toes, slowly,
Ever so slowly,
He lightly touches her with the flower,
Toes, feet, ankles, legs, knees, her inner thighs.
Each touched leg tantalisingly exquisite.

Her heart is pounding
Her body is still.
Naked, Bound and Beautiful.
He is making his move.
Her breath is ratcheting...

The tension increases,
Her breathing stalls and catches.
Her nostrils are flaring
They catch the faint fragrance
Of the Red Rose slowly ascending.
Her body is tingling and swelling in arousal.
A heated flush to her labia,
Her belly is tightening
Her sex is moistening,
So hot, so tempting.
The temperature is rising!
Her female aroma is dancing in the air
It does not go unnoticed by her tormentor
And she hears his growls of approval.

Her Heart is pounding
Her body is still.
Naked, Bound and Beautiful.
He continues his moves.
Her breathing ratchets...

Maddeningly, he avoids her sex.
She is throbbing now in her need.
The petals are targeting her tummy,
Her belly button and round her breasts
Caressing her,
Teasing her,
Bringing on her sexual arousal.
Listening,
She hears him stepping around the bed.
She feels the indentations on the mattress,
As he leans in or sits
To concentrate the flower on a part of her body.
Her senses are alive
Her mind is screaming for him
She is Wanting his touch
She is Needing his touch
A soft mewl of protest escapes her mouth
And she licks her lips.
The moist saliva glistens,
Mimicking her wet, swollen labia on show.

Her Heart is pounding
Her body is still.
Naked, Bound and Beautiful.
He is making his move.
Her breathing ratchets...

He is slightly smiling,
He is wondering...
Will she writhe soon?
Will she test her restraints?
Will she give in to her wants?
Will she abstain?
Will she surrender to her greedy need?
Before He permits it?...
And if she does, Does she know?...
His smile widens,
Yes, she knows…
He will deny her until she’s still once more!

The flower inches up,
Between her cleavage
Around her neck and face,
Teasing her forehead,
Teasing her ears, eyes, nose, mouth
Then the dragging petals lower once more.
He surrounds each breast mound,
Drawing his name with the petals
On her sensitive tit flesh,
He centres on her nipples.
They are peaked and pebbled.
Still He does not touch her Himself,
Only the Rose petals have that privilege.

Her Heart is pounding
Her body is still.
Naked, Bound and Beautiful.
He is making his moves.
Her breathing ratchets...

He is trailing the rose down her front,
Following her centre line to her throbbing sex.
Her breath is catching and the petals circle her mons
Brushing against her clitoris hood,
Her sensitive bud is peeping out.
Her clitoris is swelling,
Emerging more in to view
Stunningly beautiful.
The rose is touching all over her snatch.
A rushing warmth of female sexual secretions,
Now drenching her vulva.
Seeping slowly down to develop a wet patch under her
Her special dew is attaching to the red petals,
Two fragrances of Beauty mingling
The tease is intense.
She is craving to climax.
She is clenching her teeth to hold it back
Her brain is screaming her desire
Her pussy is wanting to erupt and convulse.

Her Heart is pounding
Her body is still.
Naked, Bound and Beautiful.
She is sweating in her heat.
He makes his move.
Her breathing ratchets...

He leans in, knowing her discomfort and torment
Knowing the fine balance between success and failure.
Temptation is rife.
Reading her need correctly,
He is breathing in her ear
And voices her craving.

“Cum for me Little Lady. Scream my name in your release.”

Her Heart is pounding
Her body is still.
Naked, Bound and Beautiful.
She makes her move.
Her breathing ratchets...
She breaths in deep and long…
And then...
And then...
She screams His name.

"MMMMAAAAASSSSSSSTTTTTEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!"

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