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Helen
I’ve never experienced pleasure like this before. It’s as if every other time I’ve been with someone, there was this intensity that was just out of reach. I could feel it at a distance, beckoning me forward, but I didn’t know how to get there.
Trust. Trust and a commitment to letting myself feel every single sublime second. I make myself pay attention, I keep my eyes closed so that I’m forced to focus on the ropes and Roxy’s touch. I immerse myself in my body and let myself react without trying to control how it happens.
It’s slippery and scary. In a lot of ways, it hurts. But when my orgasm starts to crest over me its like a wave that rolls over my soul and I’m thrown against the sand, breath blasted out, shaking and shivering and soaking, dripping wet.
When I finally blink my self back into full focus, I’m sitting on the floor next to the lounge, Roxy in front of me. I have vague sensations of her hands guiding me to the floor, supporting me while I shivered under the force of my release. She leans in and kisses me, and I start to tremble all over again.
For a few seconds I just breathe. My head spins and I have to lean against the couch. Roxy slithers over and hugs me. There are so many things I could say, but I don’t need to. Roxy knows I’ve just let go, that I’ve become someone else all on the turn of a second.
She’s holding me and protecting me and making me feel safe in the most vulnerable position I’ve ever been in. I want to make her feel the same way.
I lean in and kiss her, softly pressing my lips against hers. She kisses me back, hands starting to run up my arms.
“Shall we put you in a rope too?” I whisper.
She nods eagerly, hurrying off to get it and tear off her clothes. I pull myself up the edge of the couch and take the soft rope from Roxy, starting to run it through my hands.
Roxy closes her eyes and takes even breaths. When I touch her with the rope she gasps, shivering. I start a body harness, pressing the rope between her legs and deliberately stroking the clit as hard as I can without causing pain.
Her gasps come out of her so fast they sound like laughter. After giving the rope a hard tug while anchoring it I reach deep into her slit and finger her, making her sway on her feet.
As I get up and move around her to secure the tie, my own rope shifts against me. I feel the pressure on my clit, the deeper ropes stroking my pussy. I have to keep stopping to rub my legs together and rock back and forth, another orgasm not far away.
I finish Roxy’s tie, coiling the extra loops by her nape. Then I grab my phone and move around her, taking shots of the rope work framed by her pale skin.
She’s so delicate and tiny, but her body is hard with muscle. It gives a quality to her photos, something that looks like she might be made of glass but is in fact diamond. Appearing graceful and delicate, but harder than any steel.
When she turns her head to smile lazily over one shoulder, I frame her against the light, and I can’t believe the quality of the shot. Models work for years to look that casual, that natural.
I have to remind myself that Roxy isn’t acting anything. She’s just being Roxy. It’s that honesty that makes her poses so good.
I prop the phone up and take a few of us together, using the timer. Then I set it up on video.
“Making a sex tape?” She asks dreamily, not bothered. I grin at the suggestion.
“I suppose it is a sex tape in a way, but the only way to get good shots of us together is to set up a video. That way we can move through the frame and take stills out of it later. If we keep using the timer I have to keep running back and forth.”
“I don’t mind seeing your cute butt trotting around.”
I tug her towards me, fists tight on her shoulder straps.
“That is totally not the point.” I kiss her quickly. “You lose resolution with stills. Nowhere near as crisp as a JPEG.”
“Will you speak English.” Roxy leans in, kissing me softly. “Or better yet, shut the fuck up.”
I kiss her hard, my arms going around her to grab the rope on her back. She yelps, grinding her hips towards me and pressing her pussy even harder against the rope. I grind myself against her then I feel Roxy’s hand at the small of my back.
When she tugs my rope, I hear my own scream shattering the stillness. Roxy laughs, pressing herself up against me and pulling hard on my center line.
I wrap my arms around her again, getting a grip on her body harness. We press our bodies together as hard as we can, rocking back and forth and tugging on each others ropes.
My head rests on her shoulder and I can feel her lips against my neck. The rhythm between us is like magic as we lean into each other and use the ropes for balance. A slow orgasm is building in me and when Roxy’s skin flares with sweat and goosebumps I know she’s close.
When it hits her, she grips my shoulders, writhing against me. She wails and her hips jerk savagely back and forth. I can feel every muscle shuddering as she loses herself in the moment.
As it settles and she makes small cries against my chest, I hold her gently. As she starts to lose control of her buckling knees I gently lower us both to the floor.
