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I had promised you a birthday you would never forget.  The long drive up the coast to our favorite little hideaway.  A romantic candlelight dinner for two on the beach.  Now, as darkness descends and the slight chill of the breeze floats to us from across the waves, it is time for the rest.  I kiss you deeply and take your hand.

“Let’s go inside.  I have surprise for you.”  I whisper playfully.

You seem reluctant at first, feeling somewhat frisky and wanting to play in the sand, but my gentle insistence wins out and you follow.  Inside our room, I ask you to light a fire while I change.  In the bathroom I strip out of my sundress and into a slinky black lace teddy.  I touch up my hair and make-up before I return, letting the anticipation build a little.

I peek out the bathroom door and find you still kneeling beside the fireplace.  I clear my throat, and am halfway to you before you turn to face me.  You smile, appreciating what you assume is your surprise, but as I near you, I lift my hands to display the true surprise.  You seem a little confused as I quickly settle the blindfold over your eyes, your hands reaching for it instinctively.  I capture your hands and press them to your sides.  “Trust me.” I whisper, standing on tip toes to reach your ear.

You seem hesitant, but ultimately your hands fall to your sides.  I kiss you, tenderly, softly, my tongue slipping up to brush your lips.  “Here are the rules for tonight.”  I say in that soft, husky voice that drives you nuts.  “You are not to do anything unless I ask it of you…leave your hands where I put them…or I’ll restrain them…Tonight is my present to you.  Trust me and I promise you an experience unlike anything you have ever had…”

I move away from you a little, circling around you…you begin to feel the disorientation that comes with the blindfold.  You know I am near, but are not sure where…then my hand slides up your back.  You relax a little as my hands caress your strong back, up to the shoulders and down your arms.  I step closer and press myself to you, letting you feel the curve of my breasts before I once more step away.

In front of you again, my hands slide across your chest and stomach…down to the tops of your thighs.  You feel only the heat of my hands through your jeans…I kiss you again, fully this time, my tongue charging into your mouth.  I feel your hands rising to embrace me and I withdraw.  I push them back to your sides and stand silent for a moment.  I can see you straining to hear me, wondering what is next.  I reach for the top button of your shirt, scarcely letting you feel my touch as I unbutton…one…two…three…

I slip one hand inside to caress your chest, sliding across the bare skin beneath the shirt.  I finish the buttons, down to the place where the shirt disappears into your jeans.  Slowly, gently, I unfasten the belt, slowly slide it from its loops and drop it to the floor.  Next the button of your jeans…and the zipper makes a soft sound as I pull it slowly down.  I slide my hands up your arms, gently slip the shirt from your body.   I press myself against your bare chest, and you can feel the lace between us.  My hands glide around your waist and begin to pull your jeans.  My lips begin their caress at your left nipple, and travel slowly downward, in the same motion of my hands removing your jeans.  You just begun to get hard, the curve of your awakening cock pressing outward against the cloth of your underwear.

As the jeans touch the floor, I gently lift first one foot, then the other out of them.  Now you stand before me with nothing but your underwear on.  I toss the jeans aside and step close to you again, my hand caressing your thighs, circling closer and closer to your growing hardness.  Then I cup my hand against the cotton that separates your dick from my touch, I rub against you and feel the response.  I smile to myself and step away.  Your whole body is listening for me, waiting for the next touch.  I surprise you a little when it comes from behind you, the cool, unexpected touch of something that is definitely not my hand against the bare skin of your back.  You shiver as it slides up your spine...and down.  Then a light cracking sound as it kisses your ass through the cotton.  You jump a little, but not in pain, only in surprise.  I step close and the warmth of my hand caresses the place, taking back some of the sting.  I reach around, and find the blow had the proper affect, your cock is now nearly full and erect.

I take your hand and lead you across the room.  Beside the bed I at last remove your last clothing, and your hard on springs up and out at me.  I caress it for a moment and I can feel you relax against the touch.  Then, I remove it and tell you to lay down on the bed.  I lift your arms above you, close your hands around the wrought iron bed board and tell you not to move them, no matter what happens.  I spend a moment arranging you, spreading your legs out to either side, stroking your cock to keep it warm...then I leave you there to prepare for the rest.

Only moments separate us, but in your mind it must feel like hours.  When I return I slide up next to you and whisper in your ear.  “Never have you felt anything like what tonight will be for us.  Tonight you will experience pleasure...more pleasure than you may be able to handle.”  Your smile tells me you don’t believe I can drive you over the brink...beyond the edge of what your body can handle...but I know you well enough...I know what you can handle.

I begin with a little massage oil and I slide down the bed to your feet.  My first touches are light...so light you can barely feel them...up the sole of your foot, to the arch...down to the toes...sliding under them...then around to the top.  I move upward, caressing my way from your toes to your ankles and back...each stroke digging deeper into you than the one before it.  Up again, tracing your shin lightly with the tender touch I had first used...then again with more vigor.  I can feel the muscles inside, press against them as I slide up once more...As I reach your middle, your cock strains at me, longing for the same touches, but I ignore it...and slide instead up to your abdomen...your chest,  working each piece of skin with my hands.

I can feel my own desire growing...but tonight I will ignore it...tonight is entirely for your pleasure...I kiss you once, full and deep, my tongue snaking down past yours to explore the back of your mouth.  Now it is my mouth’s turn to explore you, moving down from your mouth to your chin.  My tongue circles it twice, then I take it between my lips...the stubble of your day’s growth feels rough against my tongue.  Down...across your neck, pausing at your Adam’s apple to lick it...then down once more...across the skin to your nipple, sucking it into my mouth until it rises hard and erect...across your chest to the other nipple to repeat...Slowly licking...kissing...sucking my way across your abdomen...down to that spot just above your cock...into the pubic hair...

Your hips move...pushing up at me as you long to feel my lips on your hard shaft...I smile and continue my journey slowly down to your thighs, wetly exploring every inch of them...down the inner thigh...around your knees...all the way back to your toes.  When my tongue traces along your sole your body wiggles a little.

Your cock is red from balls to head, larger than I think I’ve ever seen it.  I reach beside me know for the item I’ve already used once on your ass.  I let it slide along your legs and you realize as you feel it that what it is a leather riding crop.  The flat end caresses your leg, then slaps against one thigh.  You jerk, but I return instantly to the caressing touch. I let it slide down between your legs, against your balls, the cool touch of the leather in contrast to the raging heat inside of them.  Then, I snap it against them too...not too hard...enough that you convulse and your cock begins to ooze precum.   Onto your other leg...the long...sensual caressing...then the slap of leather.

A grunt escapes your lips and your hips gyrate a little in search of my hands.  The crop slides across your chest, snaps at each nipple...then once...twice...three times against the shaft of your dick.  You are so close to cuming and I have hardly touched you...I kiss you deeply...then slide away again.  I discard the crop and place myself beside your cock.  What you feel next is going to bring you to me completely...

It starts at the place just behind the balls...that little spot of flesh that can be so tender...a tender tickle...which slowly sweeps up your balls, around them...and up to the base of your cock.  Like a hundred tiny fingers the feather spreads itself around you...reaching out to caress every vein...every bump of your cock.  I stroke it up the places I have so recently stung with the whip...lightly across the red skin to the tip...and back down.  Your body tenses and you begin to hump the air...shooting your sperm in an arc to land on your chest and stomach.  I continue to tickle your balls until your spasms stop and your body relaxes.  “Happy Birthday, Darling.”