CrystalLight
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Black dress. Spilling down the floor.
Open back. Easy clasp for easy removal.
No bra.
Black thong.
Stilettos.
Black.
All black.
The dress fit like a second skin as I swung my hips from side to side, lighting candles in the living room.
Ambiance is everything, you know?
I worked my hair up into a loose bun; allowing a few tendrils to float down the back of my neck and face. My hips never stopped moving in time with the music I had playing for us.
Well.
For me.
You weren't here yet. I was prepping for you.
Slash of mascara, light blush on my cheeks and a viciously brutal crimson lipstick applied to my lips. I grinned at myself in the reflection and stuck my thumb under an incisor that gleamed pearly white in contrast.
Sharp.
Mmmm. Perfect.
I felt good.
This dress.
The music.
I was in my element.
The doorbell rang right on time and I felt the adrenaline course through my body, causing a gasp to escape my parted painted ***** lips.
Time to play.
You looked great. Another pale skin mate with a preference for that sinful black.
Clearly I looked great as you wasted no time pulling me toward you, allowing me to grip your belt and inhale your scent deeply.
As nice as this was, this wasn't why I called you here and you knew it. I grabbed your hand and guided you to the chair in the center of the low-lit living room. Your hands rested on my hips and I allowed this as I pressed my silken covered ass against your crotch and tipped my head back as I ran my fingers through your hair.
I was more than fine with priming you and the way your cock grew against my ass showed me that you were as well. My knowing look teased with your hooded eyes.
Lusty, lust, motherfucker. Drink it in.
You seated yourself as I knelt at your knees, bending forward so my hot breath seared through your throbbing crotch as I adjusted the locks on your wrists and ankles. I rubbed my breasts against your knees and soaked in your growl of arousal.
Good boy.
Are you ready for me?
Because here I come.
Slinking over to the stereo, I turned up our song and set it on repeat.
Not that it would be necessary, but I couldn't resist giving you a full view of my bare back and pert ass as I gripped the fire place and began to circle my hips slowly.
She has lips of blood
eyes of night
a body of a goddess
and a set of razored teeth
prepped to bite.
I turned toward you now and dropped to my knees, crawling toward you and rising up on my knees to throw my head back and slide my hands down my breasts, working my nipples until they peeked through the thin material of my dress.
I moaned loudly as I reached you and sucked two of your fingers into my mouth as I pulled my hair loose; gently biting the pad of each one of your digits as I watched you struggle to keep your composure. Your guttural noises proved you incapable of doing so.
Even more so when I lifted my dress to my knees, parted my legs and began grinding on your crotch. Giving you a full view of my bare ass and the thin, easy to rip apart material of my thong that I knew you loved so much.
I reached up to unclasp my top as I bent down to grip my ankles, still working my entire body all over yours. I felt the chair shift and by the sound of it, I could tell you were trying to rip out of your restraints.
My lips curled into a smile.
I stood quickly and reached behind me to unzip my dress as I held my eyes on yours. My pert breasts and pink nipples ached to feel your mouth on them. The dress dropped to my ankles and I dipped low and swooped in to run my free hair all over your face, breathing heavily in your ear as I caught your clenched fists tugging at the bonds.
Your moaning encouraged me further and I stepped out of my dress and placed my heeled foot inches from your crotch as I rocked my hips from side to side, sliding my hand down the front of my panties and dipping my fingers across my slit before turning toward you and sucking them eagerly into my mouth.
Your eyes widened. You had never seen me taste myself.
Oh.
Did I mention that you were gagged?
You see, that's why you couldn't say anything while I danced for you.
That's also why you could only groan. Moan. Then panic after I reached behind the chair—YOUR chair—to slide out my switchblade that I had taped to the back, flipping it open and burying it deep into your chest as I humped your cock.
Crimson red lips.
Crimson bloody body.
Black eyes staring back into yours as I screamed my orgasm as you spilled all over me.
Panting, I slid off of you and lit a cigarette and observed the damage; your head slumped down against your chest and a pool of blood at your feet, across your chest, covered my breasts.
I reached forward and pulled the switch out of your chest, expertly flicking it closed and sauntered over to the couch across from you as I curled up in a robe and re-read your text you had sent me weeks ago;
"You are worthless. You are a useless piece of shit bitch and I will only attend your funeral to piss on your grave. Watch your back, ****."
I looked over at your dead body and smiled.
It felt good to be back in black.
Open back. Easy clasp for easy removal.
No bra.
Black thong.
Stilettos.
Black.
All black.
The dress fit like a second skin as I swung my hips from side to side, lighting candles in the living room.
Ambiance is everything, you know?
I worked my hair up into a loose bun; allowing a few tendrils to float down the back of my neck and face. My hips never stopped moving in time with the music I had playing for us.
Well.
For me.
You weren't here yet. I was prepping for you.
Slash of mascara, light blush on my cheeks and a viciously brutal crimson lipstick applied to my lips. I grinned at myself in the reflection and stuck my thumb under an incisor that gleamed pearly white in contrast.
Sharp.
Mmmm. Perfect.
I felt good.
This dress.
The music.
I was in my element.
The doorbell rang right on time and I felt the adrenaline course through my body, causing a gasp to escape my parted painted ***** lips.
Time to play.
You looked great. Another pale skin mate with a preference for that sinful black.
Clearly I looked great as you wasted no time pulling me toward you, allowing me to grip your belt and inhale your scent deeply.
As nice as this was, this wasn't why I called you here and you knew it. I grabbed your hand and guided you to the chair in the center of the low-lit living room. Your hands rested on my hips and I allowed this as I pressed my silken covered ass against your crotch and tipped my head back as I ran my fingers through your hair.
I was more than fine with priming you and the way your cock grew against my ass showed me that you were as well. My knowing look teased with your hooded eyes.
Lusty, lust, motherfucker. Drink it in.
You seated yourself as I knelt at your knees, bending forward so my hot breath seared through your throbbing crotch as I adjusted the locks on your wrists and ankles. I rubbed my breasts against your knees and soaked in your growl of arousal.
Good boy.
Are you ready for me?
Because here I come.
Slinking over to the stereo, I turned up our song and set it on repeat.
Not that it would be necessary, but I couldn't resist giving you a full view of my bare back and pert ass as I gripped the fire place and began to circle my hips slowly.
She has lips of blood
eyes of night
a body of a goddess
and a set of razored teeth
prepped to bite.
I turned toward you now and dropped to my knees, crawling toward you and rising up on my knees to throw my head back and slide my hands down my breasts, working my nipples until they peeked through the thin material of my dress.
I moaned loudly as I reached you and sucked two of your fingers into my mouth as I pulled my hair loose; gently biting the pad of each one of your digits as I watched you struggle to keep your composure. Your guttural noises proved you incapable of doing so.
Even more so when I lifted my dress to my knees, parted my legs and began grinding on your crotch. Giving you a full view of my bare ass and the thin, easy to rip apart material of my thong that I knew you loved so much.
I reached up to unclasp my top as I bent down to grip my ankles, still working my entire body all over yours. I felt the chair shift and by the sound of it, I could tell you were trying to rip out of your restraints.
My lips curled into a smile.
I stood quickly and reached behind me to unzip my dress as I held my eyes on yours. My pert breasts and pink nipples ached to feel your mouth on them. The dress dropped to my ankles and I dipped low and swooped in to run my free hair all over your face, breathing heavily in your ear as I caught your clenched fists tugging at the bonds.
Your moaning encouraged me further and I stepped out of my dress and placed my heeled foot inches from your crotch as I rocked my hips from side to side, sliding my hand down the front of my panties and dipping my fingers across my slit before turning toward you and sucking them eagerly into my mouth.
Your eyes widened. You had never seen me taste myself.
Oh.
Did I mention that you were gagged?
You see, that's why you couldn't say anything while I danced for you.
That's also why you could only groan. Moan. Then panic after I reached behind the chair—YOUR chair—to slide out my switchblade that I had taped to the back, flipping it open and burying it deep into your chest as I humped your cock.
Crimson red lips.
Crimson bloody body.
Black eyes staring back into yours as I screamed my orgasm as you spilled all over me.
Panting, I slid off of you and lit a cigarette and observed the damage; your head slumped down against your chest and a pool of blood at your feet, across your chest, covered my breasts.
I reached forward and pulled the switch out of your chest, expertly flicking it closed and sauntered over to the couch across from you as I curled up in a robe and re-read your text you had sent me weeks ago;
"You are worthless. You are a useless piece of shit bitch and I will only attend your funeral to piss on your grave. Watch your back, ****."
I looked over at your dead body and smiled.
It felt good to be back in black.
