They say the eyes are a window to the soul. I’ve never really understood that. Sure, you can probably get a good guess of a person’s real emotions by looking into their eyes, but not always.
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My eyes travelled up her lean, but curvaceous, body straddling me. Damn! This chick is hot. I remember thinking the exact same thing when I saw her walk into the club earlier that night. She was a vision in a short, red, halter dress, and I’d observed her lustfully for all of thirty minutes to make sure she was alone before going over to make my move. Getting her to leave with me wasn’t a difficult task. She was bright, bubbly, and flirtatious, intriguing me with hot stories that made me grow hard where I sat. It almost seemed like she was putting the moves on me. Her smile was golden, and her eyes…they were alive with excitement, and something else I couldn’t quite place a finger on. Something deep. All I know, is that they drew me in. a couple of drinks, some playful lap dances, and we’d ended up at my studio apartment.
No, it didn’t strike me as strange when she produced handcuffs, a blindfold and a rope from her bag. All I was thinking was if any of the things she’d said to me at the club was true, I was in for one hell of an exciting time. She wasted no time getting undressed (why would she with that goddess body of hers?), and urged me to get naked as well. In fact, she helped me out of my clothes, sending mini electric shocks up and down my spine whenever her fingers brushed my skin. The room seemed to me to be moving of its own accord. I was completely lost in those eyes that kept staring into mine at intervals. I only realized I was handcuffed and bound to my bed when she’d secured the ropes holding my feet and asked “is that okay, boo?” her voice dripping sex.
There I was, a naked, wonderfully freaky, hot chick straddling my naked body, stroking my madingo. How did I get so lucky? She smiled at me, her eyes lit with a new kind of excitement. “Let’s play a game.” She said. “I’ll blindfold you, and touch you with a couple of objects. You have to guess what it is. You’ve three tries, and you get a prize for each correct guess.”
I was in love. Sex games? Hell yeah! “Sure baby.” I replied with a grin. “Whatever gets you hot.” And so, I was blindfolded. She began to caress my torso with several items – a feather, a pencil, a handkerchief, and some other stuff I couldn’t guess – and, for every item I got right, she’d take my madingo in her mouth and please me for a couple of minutes. Each time was more tantalizing than the last.
“This is the last one, boo.” Was it just me, or did her voice seem different? Darker maybe? She continued talking, her soft hands sliding slowly up and down my hard shaft. “The prize is even bigger, but you get one trial.” A bigger prize? I was throbbing at this point, and letting my madingo do all the thinking. All I could offer as a response was a moan. I regained my senses when I felt cold steel against my abdomen. She ran it up to my chest before asking “what is it, boo?”
There was no mistaking what it was, but I had to ask. “Babe, what is that?”
I felt her move up towards my face, and the blindfold was lifted. I looked up into eyes I couldn’t recognize, devoid of light and excitement. Now, they were just cold. Cold and empty. Suddenly, it dawned on me what I hadn’t been able to place a finger on earlier. The other thing that had been lingering behind the excitement in her eyes was death. “Wrong answer, boo.”
The gun came up to my head, and, before I could even offer up a plea, I heard it go off. The eyes, etched in my brain, were the last I ever saw.
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