14.04.2024

If you couldn't see, what would you use more to feel me? Would the touch only be enough for you?

I really don't know how could I think about it only now, yet make me obsess over it, over the thought only of what I could to you in such a situation, but to understand how I feel imagining you with something covering your eyes you should put your hands all over me and touch me where you know better: think about you blindfolded really turns me on. I really don't know why, I never thought about it, but now that the thought of it crashed into me I can't take it off my mind: the image of you, under me, at my disposal only mine, with a dark blindfold covering your eyes, fuck.
My words cannot express how just thinking about it makes me wet. It's not a big news, you always manage to do it, even sit down calmly at the lunch table and all of your clothes on you, fully clothed - but that's another story.

But that's it, it is what it is, and it is that I keep immagining you like this, every day more frequently: how would you marvellous face deform if you couldn't see my eyes nor my body? Would your expressions be the same you do when you look into the depth of my eyes and you make sure I see how good I make you feel, how I please you? And what about your body? If your hands were tied and you were laying, and my chest wouldn't be touching yours, would your bach arch to chase contact with my body?

I'd really like to see you unable to touch me. It always seems like you got glue on your fingers, you can't stop touching me, and if that would make you go insane in the sweetest way possible I'd love to see the scene.

Or maybe sat in front of me, it'd work perfectly even like that. Your legs wide open in front of my eyes, just for me, with your eyes blindfolded and your hands tied.

Would your body act differently? When I let my fingers sink into you, your body seems to want to take me and make me part of itself, it's like it is asking me to go deeper and deeper into you, so that I can be considered integral part of you. I love it, and I love even more to look at your face when I come in and you welcome me in such a warm way. And when I slip away, I feel the way it tightens, like it doesn't want me to go away, but the way your eyebrows arch everytime I go back in are a wolnderful way to say "welcome back". And let's not talk about your hips, I'm begging you. Are you aware of the way you push yourself against me to push me inside, deeper, and even more? Is is one of your infinite ways to make me lose my mind? Am I not enough obsessed with you, my love?

When you do that you make me fully undestand how it pleases me to see you feeling good thanks to me: it's me and me only that can see you like that, the only one you spread your mouth for, and the only one you let those beautiful sounds come out for, those sounds that are the best things I wish to hear you make. You are the most wonderful thing I ever heard, that I ever had the honor and privilege, unique rather than rare, to keep in my memory for the rest of my days. There isn't a single part of you that doesn't talk to me about how much you want me, your eyes are the first ones, and the way you kiss me and moan on my lips, maybe to hide a little when your voice gets higher.

I'd really like to see how you'd react, if everything you could sense about me was based on how I decide to touch you. If I was the one deciding what you can feel. You couldn't do anything but but let yourself go to me, and you couldn't do anything about it.