Imagine yourself walking into your room. The lights are out save for a few strategically placed candles. The smells of warm wax and roses flow through the air. You walk into the bathroom where the candles seem to lead. In the bathroom stands a steaming bath, filled with rose petals. As you look on you feel hands on your shoulders. Those hands cover your eyes with a sleeping mask, not allowing you to see. Not allowing you to have any idea what is to come next.

Suddenly you feel warm lips pressed softly to your name as the hands slide down your sides. You can tell by the touch that this is a man, but whom? He does not speak, he does not need to. Your body answers his every demand as you feel him move you through the motions of undressing. His firm hands working his fingers over your skin as the shirt you wear is pulled over your head. You feel exposed but at the same time alive. You feel his now electric touches as his fingers slip over your smooth flesh. Slip over you and feel every bit of your exposed body, until they finally work to remove your bra. With expert motions the garment drops free. You almost automatically move to allow it to fall to the floor.

Now you feel his kisses, the dark, daring touch of his lips all about you. He kissed, first softly, on top of each breast. He then again kisses on your neck as he moves around you. His fingertips trail over you as he moves about, slowly turning around you as he kisses every few inches. Sometimes high, sometimes low. Despite his closeness you can never seem to tell where the next kiss will come. This continues until you feel him behind you, his arms wrapping around you. His hands grasp at your breasts firmly, toying lightly with your nipples. All the while still blindfolded, unknowing of whom it is that is touching you. Touching you and taking you into their hold.

His hands slowly move down her body now as his teeth play over her neck and down her body to her pants. Unfastening them slowly and deliberately she can feel his hands as they slip into the open waist of the pants. Then down over her panty hidden and now completely shaven treasures. She can vaguely now feel the presses of his firm manhood against her back as his fingers find there way into her panties and against her bald clit. His fingers toying over it now as the other hand slowly pushes her clothes from her body. As if in command she steps out of the pants as he moves around, his finger still toying with her clit, her eyes still covered. He stands there now in front of her. He makes her sit down now, on the edge of the bathtub. The sweet smell of the candle wax and roses takes over all others as he has his way with her.

As he makes her sit she instinctively spreads her legs wide, exposing herself to him. As if on cue she feels the sudden sensation of his hands on her thighs only a moment before he thrusts his tongue deep into her now very damp pussy. Her own juices glistening on her shaven mound, making the taste all the better as he invades her very inner reaches. She feels his fingers enter her as he sucks her clit into his mouth. He sucks it in only to force it out again and then repeats it. Now he hums a slight tune to send the vibrations deep into her body. Deep into her they go by way of her now throbbing clit. His tongue lashes out as he sucks the clit back into his mouth, lashes desperately against it. His hand holding her hips hard against his face as his fingers penetrate her with unyieldingly steady strokes, feeling her every inner secret.

Suddenly and all at once she feels nothing, no touches, nothing. Just as the feeling in her is about to fade she feels the sudden and intense feel of him penetrating her. The throbbing large tip of his shaft only pauses for a moment before impaling her with its rigid length. Deep into her it slides, penetrating her fully. Spreading her wide to its will, she can feel every vein, every throb, and every little piece of it in her. It is very hot in her as it begins to pull free and then dive back into her. Splitting her wider and making her body bow to its will. His hands are now all over her, touching her breasts, her ass, rubbing her clit, simply invading her body but in such a slow sensual manner that her body has not choice but to succumb to his wishes. She is his completely.

As if to prove his point, she can feel his pace quicken, a signal of his impending release. Faster and faster he penetrated her, plundering her, taking her, demanding her to obey him. Faster and faster he goes each stroke just as hard and deep. She could feel the cock in her expanding as it filled with his seed. Suddenly and all at once she felt his force himself as deeply into her as he could possibly go. Then she felt the almost bullet like sensation of his release into her. She felt it pour from him into her, felt it fill her.

After a while she felt him pull free from her, his hands pushing under her. Lifting her up and placing her into the warm tub. And then he was gone. By the time she removed the blind fold, he was nowhere. She would never know his face, only the feel of that raging manhood in her, the touch of his lips and the feeling that he had, for that time, owned her.