Walking into the kitchen with a fist full of rope and a hungry look.  You turn from the stove and realize I had something better in mind to start our day.  I turn off the stove, take you by the hand and take you into the dining room.  Quickly snatching you by the hips and plopping you down on the table you bite your lip and lay back.  The rope unwinds as you watch me slowly bind your legs.  You loved the rough feel of the twine and my callous hands on your soft skin.  I push your legs open and lash at your damp folds with my tongue.  My teeth grazing your flesh and my lips sucking your swollen hard clit.  You just hold on and press into my mouth as I feast.  You can tell how I starve for you as you cream in my mouth and I keep going.  Over and over your thrash as the hard wood cools your backside.  I bite and suck, lick and flicker till you are drained into me.  “Good morning my love”