Adult Blogger: STREETBLOWJOBS STREET BLOWJOBS could only nod as the anticipation flowed throughout my body. As she walked toward the head of the bed, I could see that she was holding one last scarf.
"Lift your head," she commanded.
It was a bit difficult to move since I was tied down, but I managed to raise my head enough for Deb to tie the black scarf behind my head before pulling it down over my eyes.
"I've been thinking about you," Deb confessed. "How you made me feel that night. How I can make you feel like that."
I felt a slight breeze as she moved alongside the bed, her perfume trailing behind. In complete darkness and being unable to move, I was a prisoner for whatever Deb had in mind. And I couldn't wait.
My heart jumped at the touch of Deb's hand. Her fingertips were like feathers as she drew them lightly along my shaft. A quick breath escaped me as her silky touch danced over my abdomen, up my chest and back down, stopping only to dab at the pre-cum now dripping from my cock, before caressing the smooth area where my pubic hair used to be.
I felt Deb's hand wrap around my shaft, my heartbeat seemingly audible as she slowly began to stroke me. She rubbed her fingers over my tip, spreading the now-dripping pre-cum over the length my dick. Faster and faster she stroked until I felt like I was going to come right then. But as silently as she had taken hold of it, Deb released my cock and disappeared into the night, leaving my shortened breaths the only sound in the room.