Tied In Tights

Tied In Tights: An Erotic Bondage Fantasy

The sun had set, and darkness was setting in. The air was slightly chilly, but the only light that illuminated the room was that of the full moon high in the sky, streaming through the window and casting a soft, blue light on the bed. She was seated there, her back against the headboard, her legs parted slightly. Her wrists were tied together with a pair of tight tights, the end of the fabric secured around the corner of the bedpost, the other end held firmly in her hands. She looked forward intently, her eyes focused on the figure standing before her in the shadows, only just visible in the low light.

The man, clad in a pair of dark tights and a black mask, took a few steps forward, into the light. He approached the bed, and she felt a thrill of anticipation. His hands moved up her body, gently caressing her curves, and she felt her skin heat up beneath his touch. He reached for the tie on her wrists and loosened it, then spread her legs wide, taking in the sight of her exposed body. She felt a rush of pleasure as he moved his hands over her body, exploring her skin, her curves, her breasts.

He leaned in close and kissed her deeply, his hands still exploring her body. She moaned beneath his touch, her body quivering beneath his kisses. He pulled away and stood up, moving around the bed, his hands still roaming her body, the fabric of his tights whispering against her skin. He moved around to the other side of the bed, and she could feel his gaze burning into her. He moved closer, and she felt his hands slide up her legs, caressing her thighs, her hips, her stomach. He paused and looked up at her, his eyes a deep, dark abyss in the blue light. She felt a thrill run through her, and looked down at him in anticipation.

He moved in closer and kissed her neck, his tongue languidly exploring her skin. She felt a rush of pleasure at his touch, her body arching beneath him. His hands moved up her body, caressing her curves, his touch growing more urgent as his desire grew. She gasped as he pinched her nipples, and felt a surge of pleasure run through her body. She was lost in the moment, her mind and body giving in to pleasure.

He kissed his way down her body, his hands exploring her curves, his lips tracing the length of her body. She felt her desire spike as he moved down her stomach and lower, his hands lifting her legs, his mouth exploring her most intimate flesh. She felt her hips buck beneath him, as he moved his tongue in circles over her clitoris, teasing her and driving her wild with pleasure. She writhed beneath him, her body shaking with pleasure and her mind spinning in dizzying circles.

He moved to her other side, his hands exploring her ass, his mouth hot on her skin. She gasped as he moved in closer, his hands spread wide, his fingers exploring her tight hole. She felt a surge of pleasure as he pushed inside her, his fingers teasing her walls and driving her wild. She gasped and arched her back, her body trembling beneath his hands.

He moved down, his tongue exploring her asshole, licking and teasing her in all the right places. She felt a rush of pleasure run through her as he explored her body, his hands and his mouth both working their magic. She felt her orgasm mounting, and she was helpless to it, her whole body shaking with pleasure as he explored her body and drove her wild.

He moved up again, and she felt a thrill run through her as he slipped inside her, his hips thrusting hard and fast. She moaned out loud as he filled her, her body responding to his every touch. He moved in and out of her, his body tight against hers, and she felt her pleasure mount higher and higher with every thrust. She felt her orgasm like a wave, crashing over her, and she cried out in pleasure, her body shaking and trembling with pleasure.

Afterward, she lay panting, her body still trembling from the intensity of their lovemaking. He untied her wrists, and the tights fell away. He cradled her in his arms, and she felt safe and secure in his embrace. She looked up into his eyes and smiled, and he smiled back. They lay there, their bodies intertwined in the blue light of the moonlight, and she felt content and satisfied.

No words were spoken, but they both felt the intensity of the moment. And that was how they remained, until the sun began to rise and the blue light of the moonlight faded away. They were both left with the memories of the night before, and the intense pleasure of being Tied In Tights.