I've decided to start yet another series (I promise, this wont become too much of a burden!) The aim of the series is to explore kinks in a more direct way, usually they wont be as pornographic as they will be erotic. These will likely range from this (Blood play) to choking, pet play, and anything else that I think should have a dedicated story to show how it really feels and what the appeal is.
Keep an eye out for them in the future.
^^ Happy reading
*****
James and Iris had always been a loving couple.
Ever since they'd started dating in their teens, the phrases "Love birds" and "Soul mates" had followed them. At parties, they were inseparable, Iris sat across James' lap, drinking and laughing at all of her boyfriends awful dad tier jokes, while James held his pretty lover in ways that only he knew would make her want to find somewhere private.
As they grew up together, and simple, wild teenage sex matured into something more passionate and deep, the pair discovered things about each other, and, after a few long talks, got comfortable with them.
James would pull on his girlfriends hair just as a test, and when her shocked gasp melted into a pleased smirk, it got added to an ever growing list of "Things To Try."
Years later, after most of the friends they'd grown up with had been through several break ups and "True loves", Or found themselves in quiet, but at least solid relationships, the energetic pair still messed around, giggling like high schoolers, just as happy together as they'd always been, and both of them would happily admit that it was thanks to their less than orthodox bedroom antics.
Iris was the first to discover their interest in blood, when her husband had cut his finger chopping vegetables for lunch, only to have his pretty, raven haired wife take his hand in both of hers, lifting and sucking on it, looking up at him through big, honey coloured eyes.
He smiled, and accepted the care, finding a lazy peace in her tongues gentle attentions. About half way through coming up with a joke about lolly pops, he noticed his wife's heavy lidded eyes, her deep, slow breathing, usually something Iris reserved for worshipping her Masters cock with her tongue at night. Right now however, the beautiful woman's practised tongue was lavishing his finger with that same reverence, the tip of her wet tongue running along the slit of the cut, sending a strange shiver of pain up his arm...
It felt cold... It felt... Good?
Over the next couple of weeks, husband and wife would look into this less than usual fetish the same way they had so many others, watching porn together, reading about the different ways to practice it, and occasionally shooting each other very detailed, and very lewd texts on how they'd treat each other with this new found fun.
"Thinkin' about your neck today, just got me so worked up, y'know?"
"I missed having you here for lunch today, I even had a little slip up with the potato peeler xx"
Iris checked her phone one late evening, to find a text, and an image attached, one of her husband holding a knife from his collection, one of of the more slender ones, entirely forged from one piece of metal, its blade holding a shallow curve that gave it an almost fang like appearance.
The text beneath it read.
"Y'know, I've just been holding this for the last few minutes after cleaning it, and now all I can think of is how fun it's be to get it messy all over again... Thinkin' of just dragging it gently across the side of your throat, letting the weight press the blade into you enough to open a tiny little slit all the way... Just enough to see the blood bead up along it... What do you think?"
Iris' eyes flicked up to the ceiling, to the room right above the kitchen, her husbands office where she knew he must have been sitting right now, satisfied with having made his beautiful wife's heart flutter...
She chewed at her lip as a low buzz of something fun started up just below the back of her skull...
"Oh really Sir? You'd give me such a treat just to see my blood?" She sent back, and left her phone on the counter, well aware that she better not get busy with anything too demanding... Iris had a funny feeling that her phone was about to see a lot of very dirty back and forth.
Later that night, the pair were together, alone in their bedroom, only the gently flickering light of candles casting their orange glow over the scene on the huge bed.
Tonight, the rings screwed at the head and foot of the bed were wrapped with long, fine lengths of red silk, their knots tied tight and elegant, both at the rings themselves, and where they bound the beautiful Iris.
Looking up at her husband, it was easy to see why he could still enrapture her with just a few seconds of careful attention. The way his deep blue eyes glittered with an, unwavering, well earned confidence, his smile beneath contrasting with a smirk, still full of bright and boyish malice. He tested all of her bonds once more, and she felt the deceptively delicate pull of silk around her ankles and wrists, keeping them stretched taught away from her body, the fabric feeling so smooth against her equally silky and well taken care of skin.
She was his property after all, at the very least in the bedroom. It was her duty and her desire to look her best for her Master. Her body was smooth everywhere and in every way he liked it to be, her bare pussy shaved carefully during her long hour in the shower as he got the room ready for them, her lower lips already swollen with the anticipation, and a little help from some sneaky strokes she'd enjoyed just outside the room, fuelled by imaginative anticipation, before coming in and presenting her slender body. Her chest was just a little more swollen out since their teenage years, but her waist just as trim, her hips still pressing through her fair skin with a flair he adored and made a point of caressing at least once an evening.
