In the Dark

I am positioned and tied so that my thighs are spread and pushed back with my arms stretched overhead. My black cunny is totally bald, deep pink at the very center, and dripping wet, forming a coat of moisture that glistens on the dark lips of my vagina. I am gagged and blindfolded, and my ears are stuffed with foam plugs.

Unaware of my surroundings, I become unconscious of my form; time becomes as vulnerable as my body. Time and my body are molded by the presence of hands, once in an undetermined while, on my thighs, rubbing my clit, and bringing me to wetness, thus marking a moment. Sometimes a tongue laps at my hole, teases my clit until I am close to release, and then stops—an end to time.

A few moments after the end, a vibrator is pressed against my cunny, tickling my clit and rattling my jaw until my hips buck as my nerves begin to wind tight, coaxed into existence, but still no satisfaction. All I can hear is his heavy breathing, loud and close, because of the plugs.

I don’t know if the hands or the mouth stay with me or come and go, but I wait eternally for confirmation. In numb silence, fluid without difference, the only distinction is the sense of touch, and the only instincts left are of sex.

Then I feel it. Slender and gliding easily into my slippery hole, but then a burning sensation. The fire spreads within the private core of my body, and though I scream out, wiggle, and buck my hips, there is no relief. The gag in my mouth chokes my screams. I begin to cry and feel a tongue lick them off my warm cheeks. Fear and anxiety make the tears fall faster, but the tongue keeps licking slowly. I can feel the hot breath.