Blindfold

Alex's gaze flitted over the items on the table, her heart pounding in her chest. She picked up the blindfold, feeling the soft material between her fingers. "This one," she decided, her voice firm despite the tremble in her hand.

Steph nodded, her smile widening with excitement. She took the blindfold and leaned in to tie it around Alex's eyes, her fingertips lingering on the delicate skin of her face. "Good choice," she murmured, the warmth of her breath sending waves of anticipation through Alex's body.

Once the blindfold was secured, the room was plunged into darkness, save for the candles casting their flickering glow. Alex felt Steph's hands on her, deft and confident as they began to unbutton her shirt. She gasped as the fabric was peeled away, exposing her bare skin to the cool air. Each touch, each brush of fabric against her, sent a shiver down her spine, making her acutely aware of her own vulnerability.

The cuffs on her wrists jingled faintly as she raised her hands, allowing Steph to remove the shirt completely. She could feel the witch's gaze upon her, assessing, appraising, and she knew that she was being undressed not just physically, but emotionally as well. The anticipation was almost unbearable as she waited for the next move, her breathing shallow and rapid.

"You are so beautiful, Alex," Steph whispered, her voice a soft caress in the quiet room. Her hands slid down Alex's sides, tracing the lines of her ribs before coming to rest at the waist of her jeans. Alex felt her girlfriend's thumbs hook into the loops, the gentle pressure a silent question.

"Yes," she breathed, giving her consent.

The sound of the zipper being drawn down was the only noise in the room, save for their ragged breaths. Alex felt the denim slide over her hips, her heart racing faster with every inch of exposed skin. The fabric pooled around her ankles, leaving her in only her underwear and the magical cuffs.

Steph's hands slid around her waist, her fingers tracing the band of Alex's underwear. "Ready?" she asked, the question filled with both excitement and tenderness.

"More than ready," Alex replied, her voice a shaky whisper.

With the same gentle authority, Steph began to peel off the last layers of Alex's clothing. Her touch was light, yet firm, as if she were unveiling a precious artifact. The sensation of the fabric sliding away from her skin was intoxicating, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Alex felt a thrill of vulnerability, heightened by her blindfolded state, as she surrendered herself to the experience.

Her pants and underwear followed the path of her shirt, leaving her bare and exposed in the flickering candlelight. She could hear the soft rustle of fabric as Steph carefully placed each item aside, handling them with the reverence of a sacred offering. The chilly air kissed her skin, raising the stakes of their intimate dance, making her acutely aware of every warm touch that followed.