Tasty Treat


“Can you see anything?” you whisper in my ear. I open my eyes under the blindfold, attempting to search for light or objects, but I see none. I shake my head no and you continue to speak.

“Take my hand so I can help you up.” I feel your hand rest on my thigh so I reach down and grab it as you guide me off the bed. Standing up, I feel your hands on my waist; you begin to slide my t-shirt up. I lift my arms in compliance, not knowing why you are undressing me, but not averse to the idea. After removing my top, I can feel you loosening the drawstring on my pajama bottoms. I shift my weight to your hand when you pull the bottoms off my feet. Naked now, my nipples harden with the coolness in the room.

“Now lay back down,” you tell me, helping me sit down. You adjust the pillows behind me so that I am propped up. I’m still wondering what’s going on, but all I can see is darkness and the only sounds I can hear are Sade singing softly in the background and you adjusting yourself on the bed.

“What’s going on?” I ask you, becoming anxious. I knew of some things I would like you to do to me while I was blindfolded, but I couldn’t figure out what was on your mind. I had to admit to myself though that I wanted to kiss your lips, just one kiss before the festivities began.

“Today, we are going to focus on your sense of smell and taste. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue” you advise me.

I follow your orders but don’t taste anything. I take a deep breath and get a whiff of citrus in the air and move my head in its direction. Finally I can feel something fleshy on the tip of my tongue. I close my mouth around it and bite down. I can feel your fingers around the piece of fruit so I suck on them gently before you pull them out. I chew on the slice of orange and swallow.

“Okay, so what you have to do now is guess what it is that I’ve fed you, if you get enough correct answers, there will be a tasty treat for you at the end,” you tell me. I smile at the prospect of the “tasty treat” at the end; I wonder what that could be.
“Mmmm, well, I think that was an orange,” I say assuredly.

“Are you sure?” you reply, causing me to question myself.
“Ummm…yes, I’m sure,” I say without confidence. Silence followed and then after what seemed like forever you respond.

“Yes, you’re right, it’s an orange. Now, get ready for the next one.” I wait eagerly for another mystery fruit, but it doesn’t come. Instead I feel a syrupy substance dripping on my chest and stomach. I can faintly smell a cocoa scent, however before I can decipher the smell I can feel your tongue gliding on my skin, licking up the thick liquid. While it felt good, I had no idea how I would be able to guess what it was without tasting it myself. MORE>>