I am sure you all know of my love for the vampire gloves especially when he uses them on my bottom to this effect (Click Here) but that is not their only use by any stretch of the imagination. Sometimes when he lies beside me at night he will pull them on and explore my bare naked flesh with them, letting them roam freely across my body. Starting at the base of my legs and gliding up over the tight skin of my shins they leave bright white scratch marks like I have been walking through the brambles. My thighs are next, fuller and softer, the sharp catch of the spines against my skin make me shiver and my breath come in little gasps. My mind and body play their usual game against one another, my thighs fall open at his touch, inviting him on and yet the muscles within them twitch in defiance as they fight to pull them shut.
He lingers at the top of my thighs, running a finger down the crease between there and my pussy before dragging his dangerous finger tips over the outer lips of me. My cunt pulses inside, a desperate response to the pleasure and anticipation that runs through my veins but his touch there is fleeting, almost teasingly brief before he moves on over my mound and onto the soft delicate skin that covers my lower belly. He digs his fingers into my flesh here making me gasp beneath his vampire grip. I can feel the pins digging in as he slowly applies the pressure and just when I think my skin is going to give way to this new invader he stops.
His fingers travel on past my belly button and then as if he doesn’t want what it next on the list to come too soon he lingers, letting his hand graze and nip and pull and drag across the tender flesh that lays just beneath my breasts. I can feel the skin on my tits tightening with every jab and tug until my nipples are standing out achingly hard. No matter what my mind says my body is always the betrayer, responding to its want, leading me on every time and when I look up into his eyes I see that glint of knowledge in them that comes when he knows I am dancing between the two worlds of wanting more but at the same time scared of what more might actually be.
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