The blindfolded taste of lust-1

He was having thoughts like those, tied to the bed, blindfolded. Had he heard the door? It was hard to say. It was torture, being naked and horny on a bed with his hands tied. He heard her come in the room. “Hello” he asked. Nothing. He heard a flickering sound, once, twice, and then, a smell. The familiar smell of hash. That must’ve been what he heard, the door, she had ordered hash. She put the joint to his lips and he smoked. Over and over. Still naked, still blindfolded, still hard. The second layer of darkness engulfed him as the smoke took over. The invisible exterior world became distorted, the noises carried with them a slight echo that made them both surreal and doubtful, his thoughts now almost had the weight of reality. His arousing thoughts.

And so, when he heard her footsteps walking away in the hallway, when he heard her searching for something (in the kitchen?), he felt at the edge of the world, completely vulnerable. Pleasure was going to happen, at least he prayed. And when he heard something else (people whispering? The radio? The television? A porn movie?) he somewhat lost his grasp on the situation. What if she found the few videos he tried to hide on his computer? Footsteps again. She’s playing with something. Music comes on. He’s heard this before. This isn’t happening… His solar plexus is being wrung. The music is from a compilation he has on his computer. A half-hour long compilation of amateur couples fucking, of cocks cumming in waiting mouths and gaping pussies, of tongues tasting it, of lovers eating each other’s cum, men eating their creampies.