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Jingle Bells

I swear I can hear bells ringing, but with the blindfold in place I can’t see anything, and I know, I know that is part of the fun, but I wonder where the hell the sound is coming from.  Something, his hand maybe, touches my calf and I jump a little.  I am wearing stockings and so as his hand moves up my leg, it glides.  I thank all the deities I can think of that I shaved my legs earlier.  His hand has reached the top of the stockings now and if he moves any higher he will touch the pink flesh of my thigh.

I bit my lip, anticipating the touch.  Instead he moves to the other leg, and repeats the climb.  My breath catches this time when he pauses at the top of the stocking.  I am wet, I want him to touch me, to slide a finger into me.  I want him to flick his tongue over my clit as he moves his finger in and out.  There’s that bloody bell again.  It’s jingling, like the kind you find on a morris dancer or in a school, and it’s distracting!

His hand moves, but it isn’t skin touching me.  It feels like velvet, and I try to think what it could be because as far as I know we don’t have any velvet.  It does feel soft though and it is moving higher towards my wetness and I squirm. I hear him tutt at me, and I still myself.

His breath on my body, and I stop breathing.  I love this moment.  Just before he kisses me, there.  That moment of anticipation.  Something rough touches me, something unfamiliar.  Under the blindfold my eyes come open.  This does not feel right.  It isn’t him, he doesn’t have a beard, a stubble yes, but this is not him.

I try to speak but there is something in my mouth stopping me, I don’t remember something being in my mouth; there wasn’t anything in my mouth a moment ago.  And, my body is restrained, when did that happen?  I can’t move and there is someone touching me.  Panic is rising in my chest and I want to scream.

My eyes flash open, I’m drenched in sweat, my heart pounding and you’re shaking me.  You’re shaking me.  You.  I breathe a sigh of relief.  A dream it was just a dream.

You’re holding me now, and smoothing my hair.  Whispering, shushing me.  I start to relax but then I hear the bells, jingling again.

This post is linked to Wicked Wednesday #395 Christmas. Click HERE to see more posts inspired by the topic.

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