Red Letters Quotes

“pulled the thong down a few more inches.  His mouth left my breast and the bed shifted. I felt both of his hands run along the outside of my thighs, then pulled at the thong. I raised my ass slightly and he slid the thong off completely. I was now completely naked, completely exposed, completely restrained, and completely his. “You are beautiful,” he said in a low voice.  I took several shaking breaths, then swallowed. “Thank you,” I whispered. I almost passed out when his lips pressed against my clit.”
― Krystina Stevens, Red Letters

“of worry that I was too aggressive came across me, but I pushed it aside. This was what I wanted, and I knew he did too. “Today is for you, Tania.” My heart jumped as his voice washed over me. I felt the bed shift again and heard the clink of the metal rings. My stomach quivered. He took my left wrist, lifting it up, and I felt his mouth press into my palm, kissing it. Then I felt the silk wrap around it, snugging tight. My breath was coming in ragged gasps now as he lifted my arm over my head, and I heard the rings clink again as he tied the restraint to the bedpost. He leaned across me, doing the same to my other hand. I drank in his scent as his chest pressed to mine, then it was gone. After a few quiet moments, my modesty again hammered at me. I was lying naked except for a thong, tied to a bed. I had never experienced anything like this, ever. And though I was nervous, the excitement of the moment overpowered my anxiety. “Relax,” he said. His face was within inches of mine; I felt his breath on my lips as he spoke. A thrill shot through me as I felt his hand touched the back of my raised thigh, then slid downwards. His”
― Krystina Stevens, Red Letters

“Relax,” he said again, his voice deep and soothing. I made a conscious effort to slow my breathing and release the tension my muscles were under. I was like a wound spring, ready to pop at any moment.  The feather ran up my leg, leaving goosebumps in its wake. My vision blank, all of other my senses were screaming at me. The feel of the feather, the musky and sweet smell, the sound of his voice, the taste of his tongue. The feather traveled up my inner thigh and I shivered again. It grazed my mound, reversed direction, then back again. I imagined Logan staring at my body, his dark eyes burning, and I felt the heat rise between my thighs. The feather continued its magical path, running up my stomach, between my breasts, across the skin of my throat, then touched my chin. I felt the bed shift beneath me, and Logan’s presence grew. The suddenly his mouth was there, kissing me, pressing against me. His tongue flicked again, and mine returned the gesture hungrily. I reached up and placed my hand on the back of his head, willing him towards me, but he pulled away. Again the feeling”
― Krystina Stevens, Red Letters

“picked up the blindfold. I held it by the two straps and placed it against my face, then felt Logan’s hands take the straps from mine. He slowly tied them behind my head. I felt his lips graze my bare shoulder. “Lie on the bed. On your back,” he whispered, and I shivered again. I turned sideways and sat on the edge of the bed, then lifted my legs over where I had placed the other two gifts. I turned my head towards where Logan stood; though I couldn’t see him I knew he was there. I sensed his presence, and I once again felt my internal temperature rise.  I lay back until my head found the pillow. I rested my arms at my sides, and my finger touched the metal ring on one of the restraints. I lifted one knee, hoping I’d look sexier somehow. I was laid bare, and my excitement was warring with my inner modesty. As if Logan knew what was running through my head, he said, “Relax, Tania. You are beautiful.” My heart caught in my throat as I heard the phrase again. It was so powerful, so meaningful. So needed. My body jerked as I felt something touch the top of my left foot.”
― Krystina Stevens, Red Letters

“His finger withdrew and the room grew quiet. I could feel his presence, smell his scent, but he made no sound. For a brief moment I thought he may be leaving, and a small part of me was ashamed for feeling disappointed. Before that feeling could grow, he was there, pressing up against me. I felt his erection through his pants on my lower back as his arms circled around under mind. His hands roamed upwards and found my breasts. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against his body. His fingertips ran under my breasts, tickling, then he took both of my erect nipples between his fingers and pinched lightly. I gasped as the electric thrill ran through my body and involuntarily pressed my ass against him. His hands disappeared and he moved away from me. I worried that I was being too aggressive, too forward, and that I should be letting him... “Put the blindfold on.” His voice was smooth, but held an insistent tone, one that I knew I couldn’t ignore. I bent my knees slightly, noticing that they were still shaking, and”
― Krystina Stevens, Red Letters