Written By: Anonymous

*All conversation is whispered or spoken quietly and gently, unless otherwise noted.*

First, I want you to start kissing my neck. Then whisper in my ear that you love me. Keep kissing and nibbling (gently!) on my neck and ears as you cuddle me under the blanket. Then kiss me softly and pull away, kissing my nose. Look deep into my eyes and tell me again that you love me. I will tell you that I love you, too.

Put your forehead against mine while our noses touch and you tell me how perfect I am. Tell me how you love each part of my face, kissing it as you say it: my eyes, my ears, my nose, my lips. Kiss me again, softly but with a bit of passion. As you pull back, tell me how beautiful I look tonight, and how happy you are to be with me. While still cuddling me, tell me all the reasons you married me, leaving sex for last. Brush your lips against mine in a tiny kiss, then kiss and nibble my neck a bit again. Ask if I'd like to go into the bedroom-I'll say yes-lead me there, holding my hand.

As we snuggle under the covers, find something romantic on TV. Lay my head on your chest as you stroke my hair a bit. When the time seems right, sit up and hug me. Whisper in my ear how beautiful you think I am, and that you love me more than anything. Kiss my neck, then my lips-passionately this time, but still soft. Kiss my nose, then ask me softly if I'm ready. I'll nod shyly, slightly nervous about what we're about to do. This will be the first time you've ever seen me in lingerie. I ask if you'd like me to change, and you said you'd love it, but you'll miss me. I smile.

I change into a lacy black thong and a lacy red slip in the bathroom and put a silky black robe on over it. While I do this, you change into your silky red and black boxers, then you light the candles in our bedroom, turning off the light. You know I prefer it that way. You also turn on the heat for me, so that I don't get cold and feel uncomfortable. You've always said it would be sexy, so I find one of your ties and put it on, loosely. I tell you to shut your eyes, and I walk into the room, posing in the doorway. I tell you to open them, fully expecting you to laugh at the fact that I was posing for you, but you don't-your eyes get wide while you stare. You come over to me and whisper in my ear, begging me to tell you that I have nothing on under my robe. As you finish talking, you trail kisses from my ear to my lips, ending in a passionate kiss, with a bit of hunger, but still soft and gentle. I tell you that I can't promise you anything, and you groan playfully but softly in my ear.

You gently tug on my hand and lead me to the bed. As we snuggle on the silk sheets, you kiss me again, with more passion and want than ever before, but still softly, please. You nibble my neck and grab my hand, slowly moving it down your body, until you get it to the place you want it. Using my hand, you massage it a bit, sighing at how good it feels. I feel how hard you are, and you know I like it. You whisper again in my ear that you love me, and it's all for me. You kiss me passionately, and not so gently in your eagerness (but not too roughly, please). I squeeze you gently one more time on my own-you breathe in sharply, breathing out a soft "Oh, baby." You move my hands up on your chest-I feel your heart pounding under your skin. You tell me that it beats for me. You kiss me very gently, then ask me to stand up. I do, and you slowly untie my robe. As it falls to the floor, your eyes get wide and your breathing becomes fast and shallow. Your lips are slightly parted in surprise. I hear a small whimper of desire escape them, and I move closer to you to satisfy it. You tug on the tie to pull me closer, faster. You crush my lips with yours in your excitement. You untie the tie with your teeth, and slip it off my neck. You take it in your hands and whisper in my ear how beautiful you think I am, and how you need so badly just to make me happy. You kiss my neck all the way around, going to the tip of the V on my slip before going to the other side.

You whisper to me to close my eyes, and I obey. I feel the soft cloth of the tie brushing against my face, and I know you've tied it over my eyes. You ask if I trust you, and I reply with a loving yes. You gently lead me to the bed and help me lie down in the center, kissing me softly again. You sit next to me, asking if I mind being tied up. I say it's alright, as long as you don't hurt me. I know that you never would, and you don't even gag me, telling me that if I have a problem with something you're doing I should be able to tell you. I feel the soft feathery handcuffs against my wrists-you are being so very gentle. It's hard for you in such a passion to be gentle, but you are, more than I could ask for, I love it.

You kiss me again, softly, asking if I am alright. In answer, I lift my head looking for your lips, and you sweetly oblige with another gentle kiss. You kiss down my body, through the middle of my chest to my belly button. I still have my slip on, but I can feel the heat from your lips through the thin material. You travel the kisses down first my left leg, then my right, tying each one to the bed posts in succession. I struggle a bit to test the bonds, and you ask if I'm okay. I merely nod.

"Oh, my sexy baby, you're all mine!" You half-growl in my ear, tickling my neck with your tongue. I giggle. You ask me in a playful-angry voice if I think you're joking.

No, sir, I reply.

Shh, you tell me. Don't speak. You want it quiet.

You sit back and admire my slip-clad body by candlelight. You tell me that I am the most beautiful thing in the world. You say you don't know if you can keep your hands off me a second longer, and I beg you to kiss me. You tell me you won't do a thing if I keep talking. You teasingly call me a bad girl. With my lips I soundlessly beg for a kiss, and this time you give it to me-full of passionate hunger and desire. I let out a small whimper.

"Hush, now," you say. "That's bad. And you know what I do to bad girls." I shake my head, and you act surprised. "Don't you? Well, well, well.how about that." Through my slip, you lightly trace your finger around my nipples, one at a time. You ask if I'd like to find out. I shake my head. Not yet, I say aloud. You gently smack my tush. Quiet, you order. I press my lips together, a sign of my submission. You don't like that, though, so you kiss me gently, prying my lips apart with your soft tongue. Once you've achieved your goal, you tell me again that you love me. I start to tell you the same, but remember that I'm not supposed to talk.
"It's okay, my precious love, you can say it back," you tell me gently. Without missing a beat, I tell you how much I love you, too. Your fingers are again tracing rings around my nipples, making sure I don't get bored. I sigh with desire. You reach for our bottle of chocolate body paint, and begin to paint designs on my lower thighs-the upper part is still covered with my slip, although you quickly fix that. You pull it all the way up to just below my breasts. I have a lacy black thong on under it, however. You groan-more clothes? you ask. Bad girl. Another gentle tush slap. You paint all over me, then gently-slowly-deliberately lick it all away. I'm almost melting with need by the time you finish. I can't help the whimper that escapes my parted lips.

"Hush, sexy one. You'll get yours," you tell me as you slap me again, ever so gently. I wriggle a bit, not being able to stand it. You pull my slip the rest of the way up. Suddenly I feel something soft and tickly on my side, my stomach, my other side, my breasts. I writhe with the sensations it creates. Another gentle smack tells me to be still or else. You put the feather down. Your lips are on mine in a passionate kiss. They are suddenly on my breasts, licking rings around my nipples. I can't help it, I writhe and squirm, I can't stand the desire, the want, the need for you.I want you so badly I can no longer stand it.

You seem to understand, and clamp your mouth on my nipples each in turn, sucking and licking them, gently, but roughly enough to keep me excited. I long to hold you, to run my fingers through your hair as you do this-I ask you, and you uncuff my hands. Oh, I hold on to you so tightly as your mouth moves on my chest. You reach up occasionally and kiss my lips. You stop for breath for a moment, and in that moment I hold your head to my chest and you tell me you can hear my heart pounding. You ask if I'm okay, and I say I am, but I don't want to be tied up anymore-I like holding you too much. You tell me you like it a lot, too. You gently lick each nipple once more, then you take my hand and move it down to your special area. I notice that you have removed your boxers. You tell me how much I turn you on, and how badly you need it. I'm happy to oblige, although you stop me before I get too close.

I love the feel of your rock-hard dick in my hand.it's so big and wonderful. It makes me just want that much more from you. I feel your soft, gentle hands following the curves of my body ever downward.before you reach your destination, I ask you to untie my feet-I'd rather be cuddled for this. You say okay, and you take my thong off, too. The next thing I know, I'm completely buried in your arms, your lips on mine, ever gently. I feel your hand touching me down there. I hear your breath intake as you discover and whisper how hot and wet my puss is, and how much you like it. You rip off my blindfold and kiss my eyes. I find your dick and give it a gentle squeeze. You shudder, and your breathing becomes shallow for a moment. You start in really fast and hard on my clit for a moment, and I jump. You kiss me again, and you can tell I'm beginning to get close. You use my hand to massage you again for a split second. Then you lay me down on my back and gently part my legs. I breathe deep and close my eyes, waiting, anticipating. I can feel your dick in my puss, trying to get in...it's so tight.

You kiss me and stroke my hair, telling me to just relax and it will be okay. You keep gently pushing, trying. Finally, you are able to push your way all the way. I cry out in pain. Shh, you said soothingly and softly.

"It's alright," you tell me. "I know it hurts at first, but let's just lay here and get you used to this, then I'll make you feel so good you'll forget about it, I promise. I trust you. My breathing slows, and then I realize that you are actually inside of me. Oh, love, I breathe, and you kiss me passionately but ever so softly and gently. Now you ask if I'm alright, and I reply that I am. You kiss me again, and start to slowly move inside me, just a little. I cry out again, and you stop right where you are. You apologize and try to relax me by kissing me. Relax, my sexy love, you say. You try again to move and this time it's easier for me. You ask if I'm alright, and I say yes. You still move slowly, only gradually going faster so that I can get used to you. It starts to feel really good, and I ask you how it feels. You say it's heavenly. You can't believe it. You say you've dreamed of having sex with me, but actually making love-it's more than a dream. You begin to moan with pleasure, telling me how much you like it. Your breathing comes shallower and faster, and your heart beats faster and faster.I can feel the tingling in me.I breathe quicker and start to scream, softly at first. You cover my mouth with yours in a harsh but passionate, love-filled kiss.your tongue is strong in my mouth, fighting mine.

I start to yell, "Oh, oh-" and your voice combines with mine in one passion-filled chant. "I love you," we say at the same time, with barely enough breath to. Then neither of us can think enough to say anything any longer-we just share the most passionate kiss in the world and you move as fast as you possibly can-I feel my muscles clenching inside of me and every time they do I feel you spurting inside of me, so warm and wet and wonderful.you finally slow down because you can't stand it anymore, and I'm still clenching.
You collapse into my arms, no longer having the strength to hold yourself up. Though my arms are weak, I manage the strength to stroke your hair. I hold your body close to mine, trying to calm my breathing. I feel like I could hold you like this for the rest of my life, just the way we are. You lift your head and look into my eyes. Three simple words are enough- "I love you," you tell me.

"I love you, too," I say back. You move so you're no longer inside of me, but laying next to me. You lean over to kiss me, and I welcome your soft lips.

"That was amazing," you tell me softly. I can only nod. You hug me close, then kiss me so gently. You ask if I'm sleepy, and I tell you I am. You offer to stroke my hair until I fall asleep, which you do. My last thought before I fall asleep is how much I seriously love you.