You've had a secret admirer for many years. Letters and expensive gifts showing up at your door at least once a week. They always had the most beautiful hand-writing you had ever seen. Loopy, cursive letters stored in the top draw in your bedside table. You weren't exactly of wealthy status, so you had no idea how you caught the eye of someone of clear high class. Ink press wax stamps on fresh parchment paper. You were even more surprised when an invitation showed up on your front door. It was for a masquerade ball, hosted by one of the most wealthiest families in town. The Mott's.
Edward was the one who invited you. He'd been admiring you from a far for years. Never having the courage to talk to you. But, he decided tonight was the night. Before his parents married him off, he was going to make you his. You wore the nicest clothes you could find, mask sitting on your nose. Everyone was wearing fancy dresses and fine pressed suits. You couldn't identify anyone because of their masks. Maybe that was a good thing, the rich had an inner circle and would clearly tell that you aren't one of them.
As the night pressed on you were approached by a young man, that being Edward, but you didn't know it yet. You shared a few drinks and engaged in conversation before he was leading you away from the party. He confided that he had to keep his identity a secret, but that he was your admirer. Edward took off your mask and tied a strip of silk fabric around your head, obscuring your sight.
The next thing you know, you're on your knees and he's undoing his slacks. Freeing his cock from its confines, and pressing it onto your lips. You happily oblige, opening your mouth, letting the tip slip past your lips. Edward wastes no time shoving his length down your throat as soon as you start bobbing your head. He was so touch starved, and the way your throat felt around him was too good. Edward doesn't last more than two minutes before he's coming down your throat. You swallowed all of his cum, the closest thing to a kiss you were ever going to get. You never learned who he was, or anything else about him, but you loved every second of being blindfolded by a stranger.
Star's notes -> This is the og gay man. no one could make me hate you edward philippe mott
(This is day 10 of Kinktober 2024, for full list see here)
