It came as something of a surprise after his tender, sensual kiss, his tongue tracing the outline of my mouth before languidly devouring me. I stood swaying, eyes shut, body tingling, begging for more, as he broke away and momentarily left the room.
Finally opening my eyes I saw him standing before me, blade in hand, a wry smile playing on his lips. Breath quickening, nipples erect, a new surge flooded my already blushing cunt.
Stepping forward he raised a finger to his lips silencing my unspoken words. Running the handle carefully down my cheek, neck and collarbone, he pulled me in to kiss him once more.
Poised at the top of my dress, the light reflected off the cutting edge. Closing my eyes, I surrendered to the darkness and the exquisite sounds of destruction.
Stitch by stitch, tear by tear, a destruction that would leave me bare, open and ready to bend to his will.
I would love to run the cool edge of a blade over your bare skin. Pulling it quickly as it catches on the fabric of your garments, slicing through the satin of your bra, the lace of your panties…warming its cold steel against the heat of your lips.
That makes two of us, unbridledesires…
Very interesting. This has never occurred to me. I will need to roll that thought around in the darker parts of my desireful mind, see if it catches anywhere.
There's nothing quite like a cool blade on warm skin as it shreds the fabric prison. I hope this inspires some deliciously erotic deeds, Marcus…