Hello all, this is just a short little piece I am making to get myself back into the grove of writing after such a long absence. A special thanks to my friend who gave me the push I needed to get back into my writing. Hope you enjoy!
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Dianna's entire world was black. The soft satin of black blindfold fit itself snuggly over her upper face, disappearing behind her long dark hair. The woman whimpered to herself and writhed on the soft bed, her fingers curling around the lengths of rope that held her wrists to the posts. The dark skinned beauty quivered in anticipation; her husband Brendon had led her to their room for another "play" session, and after a few minutes of making out intensely and groping with clothes flying all over the room as he lead in a slow pace towards the bed he had slipped the blindfold over her eyes and put the first of the ropes on her wrists.
He then ran his hands slowly over her curvy body. He paid special attention to her large breasts, kneading them in his hands and twisting the nipples between his fingers until they were stiff. Chuckling as she thrust her chest out for him he moved his attentions lower, stroking over her smooth belly and thighs, his mouth trailing behind with small kisses. She had eagerly spread her legs for him as his nails and curved into the inside of her thighs and glided down. She could feel his hot breathing over her wet sex, and as she bit her lip in anticipation her let out another chuckle. "Not yet love, first I want to try out a new toy," he said she could feel his weight leaving the bed. She whined and opened her mouth to protest, but the door had already clicked shut, leaving her there to stew in her desire, with no freedom to even use her hands on herself.
While she sat there in the dark her mind flashed over the past few months. When she had first met Brendon she was a innocent and shy girl, and she had become smitten with him. He was her first lover. There first times together where sweet and what one would expect from new lovers, but as the months went by and dating evolved into living together, and eventually marriage she felt something as they made love under the sheets. A rougher urge and desire within him. She had to come out and ask Brendon if there was something more he wanted. Embarrassed, he admitted there were "other things" he would like to try, and she agreed to let him.
Since then their love life had evolved from their normal missionary routine. At first he had simply wanted to take her from behind, an easy enough request. But one day as he had her bent over the bed, with him standing behind as he pumped into her, his hand came down and slapped over her thick ass. "Ow!" She howled in surprise, but even more surprising was the feeling of desire that rose up in her despite the stinging flesh.
Ever Since then the spankings had moved on to hair pulling and eventually the introduction to the blindfold and restraints, she shivered at the thought of what new delights might be in store if he was going to bring even more toys into their play time.
Her musing were interrupted as she heard the door open and close once more, then silence. "Hun?" She asked, a little worried as the loss of her sense of sight always unnerved her slightly. She felt a soothing hand at her cheek, a hand that was holding something smooth and leathery.
