"An old acquaintance?" (c) Copyright, "NorthStrX" "2001"
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Author:  NorthStrX@aol.com   

I found a rope today and it spoke to me of you.

Not out loud. Not at first.

It was there on a pile of some equipment I was moving. I've no idea why it was there or what it had been used for but there it was. Soft white cotton and looked like it was brand new. It was about the size of your middle finger. Not to bulky to work with but thick enough not to really cut into anything soft. Oddly enough it had a clasp on one end and some d-rings attached to it. I picked it up and that is when it spoke to me.

I had been busy with my work but when I took the rope into my hands it suddenly filled my mind with images of you! I was surprised of course. I hadn't thought of you in quite some time. Yet this rope seemed to be speaking to me of you. It was filled with a longing and desire that seemed at once familiar and yet so far away. I suddenly stopped all that I had been doing and thinking and listened to its words closely as you do to a favorite song you have not heard in years. 

It wanted to feel you, to hold you tightly in it's embrace.

In the light of a candlelit room it wanted to gently take your hands and press them closely together against the small of your naked back. Slowly, it wanted to wind around your wrists and arms working it's way up to your shoulders. There it wanted feel where the curve of your neck meets your shoulder and from there to slide down between your breasts. It wanted to hold a tight, lover's embrace around your waist and then coil tightly around you just above and below your breasts until they stuck out from between it's coils. It spoke of wanting to cup your breasts, not painfully - but firmly and securely. Wrapping around each until your nipples jutted out and longed to be stroked.

It wanted to work it's way down your back and between your legs. Passing just to one side of your pussy and then winding itself around one thigh. It would spiral down and around your leg until it reached your ankle where it would loop itself around and then secure your foot to a bed post. Not through yet, it would pass over to another post wrap around once and then seek out your other ankle. Wrapping around it like a snake it would pull tightly until your legs were spread securely apart, shamelessly exposing your naked pussy. It would continue to coil up and around your leg until it reached your upper thigh where it would pass once under the coil around your waste and then slide back between your legs. Passing next to the length that was already caressing you it would slide up between your cheeks, pulling up taught until the lips of your sweet pussy were being just slightly squeezed together by it's 2 passes. It would then fasten tightly back to the coil around your waist. 

This is where it longed to be. Holding your whole body tightly in it's soft but unyielding embrace. Feeling you press and grind against it as you strained this way and that. Holding you close as your attempts to close your legs and hide your exposed pussy from the world begins to stir other feelings within you. Feelings between your legs. An ever increasing warmth and tingling. As you began to grind your pussy against the ropes in the hopes of achieving orgasm it begins to lovingly tasting your sweetness as the ever increasing wetness from your pussy begins to soak into it's fibres.

It's attentions toward you are finally rewarded as it feels you go taught and then relaxed, again and again in it's tireless embrace.

I found a rope today and it spoke to me of you.
Though it told me things I already knew.

I tucked it away with a smile.