Late in the evening is too dangerous to walk alone. The city sleeps, and the night dwellers roam the streets, confident of their impunity - the darkness hides everything. Intoxicated with night freedom, in the spring or banally - with alcohol, they are looking for adventures that are impossible without victims, the main actors.

I walked through the empty courtyard, lit by a pair of dim lanterns, and scolded myself for having regretted money for a taxi. However, it was already quite close to the house. The sound of my footsteps echoed from the walls of buildings, in which there were almost no luminous windows left - yet it was about one in the morning.

I turned the corner, into a long dark alley, coming right to my house, and almost with relief sighed, when suddenly a vague movement in front of me, in the dark, made my heart pound like a mad man. I stumbled, slowed my pace, but still moved forward, hoping for a mistake, an optical illusion. But my vision did not let me down. After a few steps, I felt a sharply smelling handkerchief on my face, tried to scream, but could not, and lost consciousness ...

I woke up in a room filled with warm light coming from a small night lamp on the wall. I lay naked, crucified on a bed, tied to the posts at its ends. Tugging with my hands, I made sure that the cords were reliable, although they didn’t deliver much inconvenience to me. My mouth was free, so I began to scream, deciding to do everything possible to get out of this position.

A minute later the night light went out and the door of the room, creaking, opened. I felt someone else’s presence and exclaimed:

- Who you are? What you need? Release me immediately!

There was a giggle and a stranger approached me. I tried to distinguish his features, but the darkness was too dense. After a moment, I felt silk on my face. He blindfolded me.

- What you need? - I repeated uncertainly. And I heard a whisper:

- You.

The bandage was translucent, and I could understand that the night light had caught fire again. In addition, apparently, they also lit an aromatic candle, as the pleasant smell spread around the room. Somewhere in the distance, soft, gentle music sounded. For some reason I was not scared at all. It was as if I felt that a stranger does not wish me harm.

“Relax,” he whispered in my ear. And then his lips slid along my neck. It was surprisingly pleasant, and I could not hold back a sigh. He noticed this, and began to gently kiss my neck, looking for the most sensitive places. I threw back my head, giving him more leeway, and he immediately moved a little lower, burning my skin with hot breath. He caressed me with light, teasing touches, awakening a desire in me. When he finally touched my nipples, I was ready to scream.

Oh, and here he lingered for a long time. I felt only the ever-growing, pulling, sweet pain in the chest and lower abdomen, I was suffocating with desire, and when it seemed to me that I could not be stronger than feelings, he ran my tongue through my nipples, pulled away and blew quietly on them, and that’s all started again ...

I was no longer holding back the moans, I was rushing about the bed as far as the ropes allowed. It seems that he liked it, he found more and more new ways to caress me, each of which plunged me deeper into the maelstrom of furious passion. The bed under me was wet from my juices, I only wanted one thing - that he entered into me. He guessed my desire, but he was not going to yield to me so easily. Leaving his hand below my belly, gently stroking my pussy, he bent down to my ear and whispered:

- Tell me what you want.

I froze, and the excitement even subsided slightly.

“It’s too embarrassing to say some things out loud,” I answered faintly.

“But I want you to say it,” he repeated, moving his hand a little faster. I was silent, and then his fingers slipped on the very edge of the entrance to my pussy, already wet to the extreme.One finger penetrated a little inside, and this incredibly sharp feeling drove me crazy. I think I screamed. I asked for more and more, I begged to enter me, to fuck, deeper, stronger, sharper, and he caressed and caressed me from the inside with skillful fingers.

Finally, he could not stand it himself. He untied the ropes on my legs, already sure that I would not resist, and moved closer to me so that I could feel his hot and tender flesh on my exhausted grease in my pussy.

“Yes, yes, please,” I whispered, and wished that my hands were tied, and I could not hug him, hold me close so that he would enter me, deeply, to the very end.

But he no longer needed to beg. With a very slow, steady push, he entered me, and filled it all ... I could not breathe, I bit my lips to blood, I dissolved in this feeling to the end ... And then he began to move, also very slowly and smoothly, so that I was curving, risking breaking my back, towards him, sharper and stronger, I screamed from the confusion of desire and powerlessness, fantastically vivid sensations and almost hate for him for bringing me to madness.

After a few fabulous minutes, he did what I waited for so long. He lifted my legs on his shoulders and began to just fuck me, driving his cock sharply and deeply. I lost my mind. My whole being concentrated on that small part of the body, from which the waves of wild pleasure came, more and more, and, finally, an incredible force of orgasm swept my whole body. I was too immersed in myself, but I think he finished too.

I lay there, breathing hard, shocked not so much by what happened as by the effect it had on me. I was sure that I would never be able to finish with a man, and really wanted to find out who turned out to be such a wonderful lover to arrange this little adventure for me.

He untied me, and, freeing myself, I immediately pulled the bandage from my face.

I met the gaze of someone who had so sweetly tormented me all this time, and screamed in surprise. It was my good friend, a fan, whom I hadn’t reciprocated for a long time. Truly, he found a wonderful way to open my eyes ...