15 Feb 2012

cold as ice

There she lays naked on a huge king-size bed, her body stretched relaxed as she breathes regularly and calmly. Her breasts slightly moving and her nipples gently sway like little flowers in the wind. Her long hair spread over her pillow, now and than she softly sighs, as if she experiences something in her sleepy world.  Her legs are slightly apart showing her femininity as a rose; the inner lips as beautiful petals. Her flower is closed.

On a little distance a man is seated in an easy chair. His eyes roam her body and a smile appears on his face. The view of the body on the bed is like a landscape with curvy hills and secret cavities a place to wander around and enjoy. It is like a piece of art, a living piece of art. On the other end of the room the doors to the balcony are open and the lace curtains are whipped up in the wind. The air in the room is fresh and pleasant. The dawn is visible as the sky is coloured a pinkish yellow and leaves a sensitive glow on the girl’s body. The sun is rising, colouring her body in the pale colours of dawn. More and more visible are red stripes that can be seen on her butt, back and legs. Her breasts are also marked with light red stripes. The girl is marked and the man is enjoying the marks. These are his autographs.

He had been sitting there for a while, like a hawk on his nest making sure she is all right. This price possession should be protected at all times. His hand travels on his body. It reaches his lower body and weighs his half erected manhood in his hand, cleaned last night at his order. Silently he stands and closes his bathrobe and walks quietly out of the room to return a little later holding in his hand a bucket with tinkling ice within.
He is a big man but very gently he places the mass of his body on the bed and takes a large icicle out. It has the size of a huge cock. He hangs it above her lips and little drops of ice-cold water drips on her lips. A slight smile appears as he sees her tongue wiping her wet lips dry at first. Just that little moment before she actually wakes up and realises the cold.

When she opens her eyes, he notices how she fights to wake up, how her brain tries to understand what is happening. Slowly he lowers the icicle and touches her lips. She licks it, gently suckling it as a shiver runs through her body. He makes a pattern down and follows a trail over her chin and neck to her breasts, teasing her nipples, which harden by the cold touch. A wet trail; like a snail wandering over the curvy landscape of her body. Goosebumps covers skin. She trembles of the cold little trickles of water running down on the sheet.
The icicle is placed back in the bucket and he attaches her wrists with shackles on the posts of the bed. The cold steel chains jangling as she moves and adjusts. A big soft towel is placed underneath her body. After a while he lifts her legs and he ties each leg together  above the knee so that her rose and her lovely aperture below it are fully in sight for him. Not a word has been uttered between them. Just her sighs moans and his gentle grinning can be heard. She knows better not to talk to Him in the mood he is in.  Slight shivers still go through her body. With every action he checks upon her looking in her eyes. Reassuring her with a gentle smile.

Taking a few steps away form the bed he grins as she lays there totally vulnerable and for him to please and play with. He raises wickedly his eyebrow and picks the icicle and gently runs a trail form between her breasts slowly down, teasing the petals and the swollen stigma of her rose. She gasps for air and the chains tinkle like ice cubicles. When he teases her more she wriggles her toes and moves her feet. Drops of icy water go down making her aperture cringe. He teases her moving it around and very gently pushing it in. Her moans are loud as he slowly pushes the icicle into her. Suddenly he opens his bathrobe and enters her juicy, slippery rose. Rocking her legs and holding on to the icicle he takes her looking into her eyes, seeing how she drifts away on a cloud. He knows she has lost her focus on him now as he slowly and deeply rocks until she tightens around his rock hard shaft. Grunting deeply he gives in and lets go in an outburst of all within him as he holds on to her legs. Still panting he retracts. Her body shaking, all the ice disappeared.

He unties her and wraps her in his bathrobe holding her in his arms and kissing her. They fall asleep as the sun peeks through the lace curtains. A new day has begun.

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