Lilith
03-24-2005, 06:21 PM
:hot: Been fantasizing all day about an interrogation type scene. I love the idea of him being tied to the chair and being not only tortured but bribed as well in order to make him talk. Can you imagine?
Him tied to the chair on one side of the table, me with my boots proped up on the table. A bright light shining in his eyes obstructing his view, the view of me fingering my pussy ever so slowly, slowly gliding a finger inside, him craning his neck to try to see what I am doing. I lick my slick juice soaked finger very deliberately, knowing he can see my face just fine. I return my fingers to my pussy and begin to pump them in and out faster stopping every once and again to flick my thumb across my clit. I stop only long enough to blind fold him, gently grazing his bottom lip with my wet finger, he instinctively licks his lips. I hop on the top of the table only inches in front of him, knees bent, feet on either side of my bottom, cunt exposed. Now he is tortured by his own senses...all he can do is smell the scent of heat, of sex, and listen to my moans, hear the wet slurping noises as my fingers propel me to the brink of orgasm. I ask him if he wants to taste me...he groans and nods...I slap him and tell him to answer me aloud. He mumbles, yes, yes, please.......
Hmmm....I like where this is going.
Anyone else have thoughts on interrogation?
Him tied to the chair on one side of the table, me with my boots proped up on the table. A bright light shining in his eyes obstructing his view, the view of me fingering my pussy ever so slowly, slowly gliding a finger inside, him craning his neck to try to see what I am doing. I lick my slick juice soaked finger very deliberately, knowing he can see my face just fine. I return my fingers to my pussy and begin to pump them in and out faster stopping every once and again to flick my thumb across my clit. I stop only long enough to blind fold him, gently grazing his bottom lip with my wet finger, he instinctively licks his lips. I hop on the top of the table only inches in front of him, knees bent, feet on either side of my bottom, cunt exposed. Now he is tortured by his own senses...all he can do is smell the scent of heat, of sex, and listen to my moans, hear the wet slurping noises as my fingers propel me to the brink of orgasm. I ask him if he wants to taste me...he groans and nods...I slap him and tell him to answer me aloud. He mumbles, yes, yes, please.......
Hmmm....I like where this is going.
Anyone else have thoughts on interrogation?