I am blindfolded and bound in bed by scarves. Interestingly the blindfold lets in light but only indistinct outlines…I can see and yet not quite, which is almost more tantalizing than complete dark. But that matters not.

He has been gentle and kind in binding me, and when he is through, he caresses my thighs, my belly, and my neck, careful not to touch any sexual areas. The beginning of the torment. I want so to be touched, caressed, fondled.

He traces an outline with his right index finger starting at my lips as he tells me what he so loves about my body ~ from my sweet, luscious pink lips that drive him wild with desire when I kiss or suck him , to my breasts with the tender, pink nipples he gets so hot sucking, to my wet, pussy with the thick, black curls and darker pink lips, to the darkest pink of all: my rosebud. All the while I tremble in aching anticipation.

Lying down on my right side, I feel his breath in my ears. Interminable minutes seem to go by that I realize must only be seconds, when the tip of his tongue grazes my earlobe. It is like an electric shock, and it flashes to my clit. A low moan escapes my lips, and his mouth now covers my ear; enfolded in the wet warmth, his tongue traces every curve and hollow. I can feel my nipples are tight and erect, I can feel my pussy lubricating copiously, I can feel my clit standing stiff and engorged, and he hasn't even touched those tender, yearning, aching places yet.

Suddenly he stops, and kisses my ear. I can feel him smile against it.

Abruptly, he stops. A moment later he kneels on the bed. I see his outline, faintly through the blindfold, and something in his hand.

Bending down, he quickly sucks my left nipple into his mouth. It is so warm, and wet, and that tongue just flicks back and forth and back and forth. I want him to suck the other one NOW, and as if hearing my thoughts he obliges, sucking it in deeply. The cream pouring out of my pussy must be considerable because he leaves quickly and returns with a thick terry towel that he places under my ass before returning to torment my nipples further.

But I soon discover the real torment hasn't begun. "God, you like to have your nipples sucked as much as I like to suck them. I know you're going to love this," he says huskily. And at the word "this," I simultaneously feel something very cold on my left nipple. Ice! It almost hurts it is so cold, and yet…

Just as I am about to say "Please, don't…don't do that anymore!" his warm mouth encloses my stiff, cold nipple, and I am transported to a place I have never been before. He applies the ice, or whatever the frozen thing is to a nipple for 15-20 seconds and then warms it back with his mouth. First one, and then the other, over and over again, until I am sure I am about to go out of my mind.

Somehow amongst all this intense cold, I feel sweat forming under my breasts! I am panting, I realize. It is arousing him considerably because I can feel his stiffness as it touches my leg.
"I can tell you like that. You'll like this even more…and so will I." I know then what is next and I shiver, and not just because of the intense cold.

With the fingers of his left hand, he spreads my labia apart, and engulfs my pussy with his mouth, heating it up with his tongue and mouth. As I begun to moan, he pulls his face away and starts to glide the ice up one labia and down the other. But just for a few seconds at a time. As he tormented my nipples, he now torments my labia, first the inside, then the outside; my clit, my perineum, my thigh creases, alternately with the ice and then the heat of his mouth. My moaning is now mewling cries, and then I feel the ice posed at the opening to my cunt.

As he slowly slides it in I realize in a flash it is a Popsicle! Oh, Christ, the feelings are almost too much to bear! So intense! He chuckles and slips down my blindfold so I can see him.

"Yes, it is a Popsicle. Cherry-flavored," he laughs and pops it into his mouth. "Mmmm…this is my favorite frozen treat. My own version of a Cream-sicle!" he laughs again as he strokes it in and out of his mouth and then back into my frozen cunt-hole.

And all I can do is submit and moan and feel I will pass out from the intense stimulation. Just as I feel I will, he pulls out the Popsicle, and straddles me. My hole has shrunk to virgin dimensions it seems, and he slowly stretches it, grunting and groaning in his effort. "Ah, it feels like I'm fucking you back to life baby. Oh, yes, you're definitely heating up."

In minutes he explodes, his cries echoing my own orgasmic ones just moments before.