Your skin glistens in the dim light, covered in a thin layer of sweat. The room is mostly quiet after your moans and whimpers have died down, the silence only broken by your heavy breathing and the soft knocks of rain against the window. My lips gently meet your forehead in a brief kiss before I retire, looking you in the eyes.

"You did so well for me." I whisper, a thumb gently wiping away the tears on your left cheek. From the outside, the scene playing out might look odd. After all, most people don't have fun in the bedroom with the explicit aim of one partner ending up in tears. That look in your eyes, though reminds me why we do this. It's all well and good seeing you squirm and struggle as you feel an oncoming orgasm, the look of your chest rising and falling rapidly in time with your laboured breathing. However, what really makes all of the work worth it, and it is very hard work making a woman cum until she cries, is that look in your eyes. You're tired, exhausted even, but your eyes betray an absolute devotion and deep satisfaction.

Whew, there's a bit of a teaser for you. So, as you've probably guessed by now, my interest for a roleplay starts a while before this. Probably when you arrive at my home or I at yours, or after you've already had those wrists encircled with rope and fastened to the bedposts.

But whose wrists are going to be tied to those bedposts? Perhaps a high powered businesswoman who's short on downtime and needs to maximize the amount of steam she can blow off? Or maybe a bright eyed college student, wanting to see what this whole BDSM craze is about? Maybe you're just my girlfriend enjoying some private time with your partner, and making sure your tear ducts still work in the process.

At any rate, what you can expect from me if you do decide to respond is enough orgasms to make your cheeks wet from both tears and sweat, lots and lots of praise and love, and for my hands to be all over you.

Right up your alley? Well, what are you waiting for, come cum.