Blind Date

He called her Lady Fire. Not the e-mail nickname she used on-line , but one he’d given her. His words were magical, creating worlds of infinite beauty. Melissa couldn’t believe anyone who could write with such vivid imagery was in fact, blind. Now, as she lay in the brilliance of their passion, in a world without light, she understood.

Harry met her in a room of pitch-black shadows. He’d undressed her slowly. His fingers softy tracing over every inch of her skin, reading her like a fine erotic novel in Braille. He felt the tiny freckles on her arms and told her that her eyes were blue. His sensitive fingertips lightly caressed the loose curls above her pussy, and he correctly stated that she was a natural blond. She giggled nervously when he licked her nipples to full hardness with the tip of his tongue. The sounds of her embarrassed pleasure revealed she had not been with many men.

She had breathed "Please, fuck me, Harry," in a voice so completely different than the one she used on the phone, a voice Melissa herself had never heard.

In total blackness, freed from the worry of appearances, Melissa surrendered herself completely. Harry’s fingers traveled over her back, her face, through her hair into her soul.. His strong, hard cock responded to the rhythm of her pulsating muscles. Every inch of his body making love to every particle of her being. It was beyond pleasure, beyond ecstasy. Melissa saw heaven. In the dark.

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