"tangled up"

Lumpesse is one of my very favorite sex blogs. Today I happened to look back at the archives and found this post which I liked very much.

With each looping of the rope around my ankles or wrists, my heart beat faster and I felt myself getting wetter.

There was something delicious and utterly terrifying about what was going on. With my legs and arms finally bound I felt I had no outlet at all for my sexual energy. I felt like no more than a bundle of nerves and warm flesh at the mercy of J. I longed for him to touch me but I didn't dare to ask - in fact I apparently remained silent the entire encounter. I could swear I said a few things but J claims I just stared at his face the entire time.

It gets better.

Bonus: also getting to read about it from J's point of view.