Awakening in Darkness

I slowly came awake, in the darkness, feeling the breeze from the East River move across my breasts, stiffening my nipples imperceptibly. I tried to move..but my wrists were immovable..it seemed, fastened to the corners of the bedposts...my eyes blinked into the cover of a soft velvet blindfold...my legs were free..almost.

I felt soft fingers trailing up my thighs, entering the nook of my being, stroking the faint hairs on my belly, raising the hood of my princeling, and sinking between my raised lips, into my inner being, my soft, sinking, lubricating, moist tunnel of love. First one finger, then two massaged my inner self, stroking and massaging my inner truth.

I sighed, and wriggled a little, partly to half resist the invasion, partly to succumb to the rising pleasure. The fingers moved back and forth, seeming to draw out my sighs..willingly.., withdrew and curled around the excited tip of my little prince and titillated me towards the crest of perfection...I winced, ached, writhed as I surged towards complete satisfaction, cried out in the dark as I gave myself to the perfect stranger.....willingly...but curiously.

Who was he?