What if I told you it was possible to fly without wings or engines or even leaving the ground? That there was a way to escape everything that drags you down from day to day and, for a moment, feel truly free? What if you could start that journey right here, right now…?
Imagine you’re lying on a bed, smooth cotton sheets beneath you, a pillow behind your head. Your eyes covered by a silk blindfold, your body naked and exposed to the world. Your arms stretched up above you, hands touching cool metal bars of the headboard. A cool breeze caressing your skin, every nerve on edge as you try to adjust for your blindness.
A voice, whispering in your ear. A voice you know. A voice you trust. A voice you love… or could, given the chance. The words slip into your mind and beyond, drilling down into your soul, an anchor holding you in place. Two simple words to keep you secure in the storm that’s coming.
“Don’t move.”
Warmth now, hands moving down your side, across your stomach, around your hips. Exploring, teasing… testing. Delicate but sure, confident in their motions, letting you know you can trust. You wonder, briefly, about reaching out, about taking those hands in yours and pulling their owner close. You yearn for more but the words echo in your heart.
“Don’t move.”
They vanish for a moment and you find yourself alone in the blackness. Then, without warning, a gentle scratching against your feet, a persistent, maddening tickling so subtle it could almost be imaginary. You want to pull back, to twitch the tickling touch away but the words hold you in place.
“Don’t move.”
Instead you laugh. A single short bark, barely a giggle. But the floodgates are open now and while you try to bite back more the temptation rises. The scratching becomes persistent, roaming around your soles, forcing another giggle. And another… and another. The scratching becomes a rolling, scrabbling torment, digging in harder now and your breath starts to labour as you fight to obey.
“Don’t move.”
Without warning a warm mouth drops over your toes, tongue and teeth and lips start to work. Ticklish torment paired with the scrabbling on your soles and mixed with delight at the mouth lapping at your flesh. Your legs tense but you hold still, fighting for control. Your hips roll, just once, and a gentle slap against your thigh reminds you of the rule.
“Don’t move.”
Your hands flex and grab the bars, a focus point, something else to ground yourself. Teeth rake across your helpless toes, the hands start to roam up your calves until they’re flicking and scrabbling behind your knees. Giggles have given way to laughter, constant and urgent as they push you onwards.
“Don’t move.”
Hands drive up your inner thighs as, with a wet pop, your feet are freed from their warm prison. You feel their body against yours as they sit at your side, your heart beating faster at their presence. They lift your legs into the air, toes pointing at the ceiling and you lock your muscles, knowing what’s expected even as fingers drift down the backs of your thighs and torment the curve of your ass.
“Don’t move.”
You’re shaking from laughter, hands gripping tighter to the bed head. Their assault is relentless and keeps coming so close to where you most want to be touched you can feel their warmth, feel the air move as they disturb it with their constant attacks. But they always pull away at the last moment, building your desire even as your laughter gets shriller, more urgent.
“Don’t move.”
Your legs shake from effort even as moans of desire join your laughter. Neither moan or laughter are in your control anymore, your energy is focused on obeying their command and nothing else. Hands dip and dive again and again onto your thighs, wrapping round to find all the secret spots no-one but a lover could ever find to torment you.
“Don’t move.”
Pulse pounding, short of breath as your laughter becomes urgent, your eyes are wide open and desperate. But there’s only blackness, the silk feeling heavy as lead against your face. Hands moving up now, one digging in to hips and tracing your waist as the other guides your legs down to the bed before rejoining its fellow.
“Don’t move.”
They swing a leg over you, sitting on your hips and the warm feel of naked flesh against yours jolts through your mind. Your whole body is shaking from the effort of stillness, hands now at your ribs, flying lightning fast up and down your sides. Your laughter has become a near-silent scream, your mouth trying to form words that are swallowed in your torment.
“Don’t move.”
They grind themselves against you and every muscle in your neck stands in sharp relief as you fight to keep your head still. Hands roam freely over your body, nowhere safe now except the one place you desperately want… need to be touched. The silent scream becomes a full-throated groan of need and your hands lose their grip on the bars.
“Don’t move.”
As your fingers leave the cold metal you feel yourself lurch. The tickling torments that have been visited on you for so long continue but now there’s nothing but pleasure. Your laughter becomes a constant, musical giggle that sounds like someone else from far away. Your body lies still, conditioned and subservient to them, muscles relaxed and at peace.
“Don’t move.”
Lips find yours, a passionate reward even as hands find new spots to explore and ravage. You accept the kiss, working to please, tongue seeking out theirs but always at the pace they demand. Hands glide up your arms, tickling all the way, and your giggles are swallowed in the kiss.
“Don’t move.”
You feel a smile touch your lips as they ease back, their weight shifting on you even as they pull more laughter from your tired body. It doesn’t matter now, only they matter, their pleasure and their needs. They rise up and then you’re joined together.
“Don’t move.”
They move fast, their desire unrestrained and clear even through the blindfold. You moan together as you race towards a shared climax.
“Don’t move.”
You peak and fight to hold still, to hold off for another instant until you feel them race over their own peek to join you.
“Don’t move.”
You scream as one, pleasure discovered and redoubled through the other.
“Don’t move.”
They roll away, spent, and slide beside you, arms wrapping around you. Warmth. Security, Comfort. Caring. Love. They nuzzle your neck and murmur praise in your ear as you float above the world. No cares. No worries. For now, in this moment, just the two of you, together.
“I love you.”
Imagine the blindfold sliding off.
Imagine looking into their eyes as they gaze with love and pride at your efforts to please them.
Imagine flying free…
Imagine you’re lying on a bed, smooth cotton sheets beneath you, a pillow behind your head. Your eyes covered by a silk blindfold, your body naked and exposed to the world. Your arms stretched up above you, hands touching cool metal bars of the headboard. A cool breeze caressing your skin, every nerve on edge as you try to adjust for your blindness.
A voice, whispering in your ear. A voice you know. A voice you trust. A voice you love… or could, given the chance. The words slip into your mind and beyond, drilling down into your soul, an anchor holding you in place. Two simple words to keep you secure in the storm that’s coming.
“Don’t move.”
Warmth now, hands moving down your side, across your stomach, around your hips. Exploring, teasing… testing. Delicate but sure, confident in their motions, letting you know you can trust. You wonder, briefly, about reaching out, about taking those hands in yours and pulling their owner close. You yearn for more but the words echo in your heart.
“Don’t move.”
They vanish for a moment and you find yourself alone in the blackness. Then, without warning, a gentle scratching against your feet, a persistent, maddening tickling so subtle it could almost be imaginary. You want to pull back, to twitch the tickling touch away but the words hold you in place.
“Don’t move.”
Instead you laugh. A single short bark, barely a giggle. But the floodgates are open now and while you try to bite back more the temptation rises. The scratching becomes persistent, roaming around your soles, forcing another giggle. And another… and another. The scratching becomes a rolling, scrabbling torment, digging in harder now and your breath starts to labour as you fight to obey.
“Don’t move.”
Without warning a warm mouth drops over your toes, tongue and teeth and lips start to work. Ticklish torment paired with the scrabbling on your soles and mixed with delight at the mouth lapping at your flesh. Your legs tense but you hold still, fighting for control. Your hips roll, just once, and a gentle slap against your thigh reminds you of the rule.
“Don’t move.”
Your hands flex and grab the bars, a focus point, something else to ground yourself. Teeth rake across your helpless toes, the hands start to roam up your calves until they’re flicking and scrabbling behind your knees. Giggles have given way to laughter, constant and urgent as they push you onwards.
“Don’t move.”
Hands drive up your inner thighs as, with a wet pop, your feet are freed from their warm prison. You feel their body against yours as they sit at your side, your heart beating faster at their presence. They lift your legs into the air, toes pointing at the ceiling and you lock your muscles, knowing what’s expected even as fingers drift down the backs of your thighs and torment the curve of your ass.
“Don’t move.”
You’re shaking from laughter, hands gripping tighter to the bed head. Their assault is relentless and keeps coming so close to where you most want to be touched you can feel their warmth, feel the air move as they disturb it with their constant attacks. But they always pull away at the last moment, building your desire even as your laughter gets shriller, more urgent.
“Don’t move.”
Your legs shake from effort even as moans of desire join your laughter. Neither moan or laughter are in your control anymore, your energy is focused on obeying their command and nothing else. Hands dip and dive again and again onto your thighs, wrapping round to find all the secret spots no-one but a lover could ever find to torment you.
“Don’t move.”
Pulse pounding, short of breath as your laughter becomes urgent, your eyes are wide open and desperate. But there’s only blackness, the silk feeling heavy as lead against your face. Hands moving up now, one digging in to hips and tracing your waist as the other guides your legs down to the bed before rejoining its fellow.
“Don’t move.”
They swing a leg over you, sitting on your hips and the warm feel of naked flesh against yours jolts through your mind. Your whole body is shaking from the effort of stillness, hands now at your ribs, flying lightning fast up and down your sides. Your laughter has become a near-silent scream, your mouth trying to form words that are swallowed in your torment.
“Don’t move.”
They grind themselves against you and every muscle in your neck stands in sharp relief as you fight to keep your head still. Hands roam freely over your body, nowhere safe now except the one place you desperately want… need to be touched. The silent scream becomes a full-throated groan of need and your hands lose their grip on the bars.
“Don’t move.”
As your fingers leave the cold metal you feel yourself lurch. The tickling torments that have been visited on you for so long continue but now there’s nothing but pleasure. Your laughter becomes a constant, musical giggle that sounds like someone else from far away. Your body lies still, conditioned and subservient to them, muscles relaxed and at peace.
“Don’t move.”
Lips find yours, a passionate reward even as hands find new spots to explore and ravage. You accept the kiss, working to please, tongue seeking out theirs but always at the pace they demand. Hands glide up your arms, tickling all the way, and your giggles are swallowed in the kiss.
“Don’t move.”
You feel a smile touch your lips as they ease back, their weight shifting on you even as they pull more laughter from your tired body. It doesn’t matter now, only they matter, their pleasure and their needs. They rise up and then you’re joined together.
“Don’t move.”
They move fast, their desire unrestrained and clear even through the blindfold. You moan together as you race towards a shared climax.
“Don’t move.”
You peak and fight to hold still, to hold off for another instant until you feel them race over their own peek to join you.
“Don’t move.”
You scream as one, pleasure discovered and redoubled through the other.
“Don’t move.”
They roll away, spent, and slide beside you, arms wrapping around you. Warmth. Security, Comfort. Caring. Love. They nuzzle your neck and murmur praise in your ear as you float above the world. No cares. No worries. For now, in this moment, just the two of you, together.
“I love you.”
Imagine the blindfold sliding off.
Imagine looking into their eyes as they gaze with love and pride at your efforts to please them.
Imagine flying free…
. But not a chance of not moving! 
