The game begins

As I hid in the dark corner, I could hardly contain the anticipation inside me. My teenage playmate Mara was about to join me and we would lose ourselves in lesbian games. The air was filled with electrifying tension and my heartbeat quickened as I waited for her seductive entrance.

Suddenly, soft music played, filling the room with sensual melody. The sounds penetrated deep into my soul and intensified my desire. The moment Mara stepped out, I couldn't take my eyes off her. She began an exciting strip, her movements in harmony with the rhythm of the music.

I could feel the heat inside me as she slowly stripped. Her body was like a symphony of sensuality, every curve and line perfectly coordinated. Her skin shimmered in the soft light and I could smell the scent of her tantalizing perfume in the air.

My lips went dry as I savored the sight of her exposed body. I could feel the desire inside me to run my hands over her soft skin, touch her breasts and feel her aroused nipples between my fingers.

As I tied Mara to the cross, I felt a burning desire rise up inside me. I tied Mara up with skillful hand movements so that she was completely at my mercy. Every knot I tightened was like a blow to my own lust. The ropes cut lightly into her delicate skin while she lay motionless on the cross in front of me.

I imagined myself acting as the mouthpiece of her oboe, ready to be made to sound by her skillful lips and talented tongue. My excitement intensified as I felt her eyes resting on my body.

As I positioned myself in front of the bound Mara, I felt a tingling desire rise within me. Slowly, I began to uncover myself in front of her, revealing every inch of my skin. My movements were sensual and seductive as I dropped my clothes piece by piece.

Mara could only watch, captivated and helpless, as I lolled in front of her. My curves were pleasantly emphasized by the light and I enjoyed the greedy glances she let rest on my exposed body. Every step, every twist of my hips brought us both closer to the edge of pleasure.

When I finally stood completely naked in front of her, I could feel the heat of my arousal crackling between us. I picked up a blindfold and slowly approached Mara. My fingers gently stroked her skin before I blindfolded her and shrouded her in the darkness of sensuality.

A sudden urge shot through my body and took me out of the moment of pleasure. I didn't want to admit to her that I had to give in to these natural needs.

Naked and excited, I made my way through the cellar corridors to quickly visit the bathroom. Every step was a thrill, a tingling feeling of excitement and vulnerability. My skin felt sensitive, as if it could feel every breath of air and every cold stone. The thought of someone seeing me like this made my arousal rise to a new level.