Date: Sun, 30 Mar 2003 22:32:52 -0500 From: Nick Grille Subject: Fantasy Unveiled Author's note: The following is an article of fiction and the product of an overactive imagination. It is not meant to depict real events or people. It involves femdom rimming, male bisexuality and light bondage. If you wish to contact me please only do so if you have positive feedback to: razor_nick@hotmail.com. Please enjoy. Nick Grille The light was extinguished when my eyes were covered. The ropes were cutting into my hands and legs as I was in a kneeling position tied to a overstuffed ottoman. I was blindfolded, my ears were covered with headphones playing `Massive Attack's album. My only sense that was giving me any clues as to what was about to happen was touch and smell. I did not know what was going to happen next ...and that was the plan. It was my birthday, my 30th .My girlfriend of four years was giving me my present. We had been slowly getting closer over the previous six months. After a rocky on again off again romance we have come to an intimate relationship with each other that allowed us to share some fantasies we would never have felt comfortable with sharing before. Sometimes it takes some catalyst like that to get to this point. After one particular night of intense love making I shared a fantasy of mine. In the warm afterglow of orgasm I related to my lover my fantasy of being tied up. Bound and completely helpless, blindfolded, I wish to be dominated and even used. This had been a strong fantasy for a long time, but one I never revealed to anyone else until that moment. Only our silhouettes could be made out in the dark so I could not tell if she could feel; me shake as I opened up to her. Nor could I gauge her reaction to it. I told her of a boyhood friend of mine from around the time of the 8th grade. He and I had been playing together; masturbating to a stack of Dad's old Playboys, when he suggested we tie each other up and then jack off. I was to go first. We rummaged through the house till we came up with some string and yarn. Locking the door I laid down and he straddled my chest, tying. my hands first then my feet. Still on my chest facing my feet he began to stroke my hard cock in my helpless position his butt was mere inches from my face. As he stroked harder and faster his but slid back towards me till the tip of my nose barely touched cheek. The sweet pungent smell reached my nostrils as his efforts on the other end were about to be rewarded. I tilted my head and my serpentine tongue slides out and touches his rosebud orifice. Cum must have spurted out in buckets as I was racked with wave after wave of ecstasy. My thrusting motions, (he must have felt like he was riding a bronco) forced his derriere into its nesting place, my face. We stayed still for a moment as rational thought came back to my mind, him still on his `throne". The moment must have burned into the part of my brain that registers fetishes because after that, that was all I could think of when I jacked off. I was never able to get him to do it again, in fact he never did let me tie him up and although we did jack off a few more times together we both realized that that we were getting too old to be playing like this and besides the allure of girls was beckoning us. If there is any light in the room it's not leaking through my mask. I begin to lose track of time, something they say happens with sensory deprivation. How long had I been tied up like this? 15 minutes, a hour? My three remaining senses are working and are working now in overtime. I could smell candles, vanilla I think. She must have lit them after I was put in my predicament. Beyond the wailing of sensual music in my headphones I could almost make out a rustling background sound, like the hint of movement. Maybe it was the motion of air across my naked body that was giving me this `feeling'. My enclosed universe was changing, the smell of candles was now being eclipsed by something else. Vanilla was still there orbiting around but I could now smell ... Skin? A body? Yes in front of me. For it to be this strong it must be inches from my face. Touching my nose something was touching my nose... smooth ..movement....ahhhh adjustment , getting in just the right place. Now the first strong odor reaches the brain, I can smell a crotch but not a woman's, and definitely not my girlfriend, that one I am very familiar with. `He' (?) seems to be getting situated, getting just the right spot as I feel my nose slip between his cheeks. At this point I could move my head if I wanted too, my range of motion is very limited, that is if I wanted too, but I don't. Now taste kicks in to supplement my other 2 remaining senses. I sample him, a rich texture of sweat, pheromones, skin and the sweet pungent odor I remember from my childhood, a sweet man's ass. I begin to lick slowly then faster, up and down his crack, grazing over his hole, stretching my face deeper into his crevasse I descend inside of him. He begins to slide his ass up and down giving me deep and then deeper access to his anus. He spreads his cheeks giving me more room to play as I plant my lips on his butt hole like a French kiss, my probing tongue finding then entering his body. I am inside of him, fucking his ass with my tongue. He is thrusting back and forth using my face for his on pleasure. I can now feel another hand between my tied legs touching my cock, stroking faster and faster. My mind is ablaze with sensations and emotions. The degradation and having my face being used by a strange man for his enjoyment, the tactile pleasure of my tongue and face being stimulated, and the ecstasy of a quickly approaching orgasm. Then there is that last moment the one I know so well, as I reach the point of no return and a big long cum is inevitable. The first wave hits I bury my face farther in his ass, my tongue at the farthest point I can reach inside him. The quickening pace of the hand on my dick as the sperm spurts out and finally as the last crest leaves my body the right headphone is lifted up and the seemingly disembodied voice of my girlfriend whispers "Happy Birthday honey".