I hadn’t seen him in almost a year. Excitement culminated in wet, dripping splendor running down my inner thighs. I lit candles, turned some sultry music on, got my silk scarves and tied myself as best I could to the bed post. I wrapped one silk scarf skillfully around one wrist, then pulled the other end around the post, securing it there. Oops. Forgot the blindfold. I undid one scarf, reached for my blindfold, put it on, then secured the scarf back to the bedpost
The door of the hotel I left ajar so that my lover could have easy access.
I lay there, breath heavy, waiting to hear the footsteps creaking ever so lightly across the suite to find me haphazardly tied in some amateur fashion, which is, of course, to be completely expected when one ties themselves to a bedpost. I felt like Jane waiting for her Tarzan.
I decided to switch the music to my headphones, crank the music LOUD, so I could NOT hear him walking across the suite. I wanted to be completely and utterly surprised.
And I wanted to be a little scared.
Danger turns me on.
The thrill of the unknown, you know. The undeniable excitement associated with the “what if”, with the “X” factor, with the who the fuck knows what is going to happen.
Was there anything to fear from this man who was coming to see me this evening after a year of absence?
I don’t know.
I have this odd effect on men.
They become completely OBSESSED with me.
Want to own me.
and sometimes, just sometimes, if they want to own me, make me their possession, but realize the unequivocal truth that they can never own such a free, wild woman as me, well, it drives them mad.
They literally lose their minds.
The notion that they cannot ever control my body, that my pussy is NOT theirs and enjoys other cocks besides theirs, well….it is just too, too much sometimes for them to endure and.
oops….my mental musings are interrupted as I feel a hand gliding up and down my leg.
I am wearing lingerie. No stockings. A bra and crotchless panties.
The hand is gliding ever so softly up and down and up and down my leg.
No. There is no danger. There is nothing to fear.
or is there?
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