Could I ask for a story please me and my girlfriend Erica love reading your stories and she would like to try being tied up and spanked but is nervous about being tied up we have a four poster bed which I want to tie her up to standing up Spread Eagle I want to start soft on her and get harder and harder my name is Alan if you would like to include that many thanks in advance xx
Four-Poster Bed
Alan was always pushing me to try new things and I was always a bit scared to try them. I don't know why I was afraid but looking back, I think I was afraid to lose control. I wasn't the kind of person that drank or did drugs. I didn't like the feeling of being lost inside of my own head. I wanted to know exactly where I was and what I was doing at all times. Alan was frustrated with me. There were a lot of things that he wanted to try with me that I just wasn't up for. Sexually, I knew I was pretty basic. I wanted to be kissed, held and made love to. Alan did all of these things and that was probably why we'd been dating so long in the first place. He knew I was a good girl and he had accepted it, at least I thought that he had accepted it.
"Come here, Erica! I want to read you another story!" I perked up. I loved it when he read me stories from our favorite blog, Slut-Solutions.
"What kind of story?"
"This is what I want to do to you," Alan gave me a sly smile.
"Okay. I'm listening." I sat down on our four-poster bed and grabbed a pillow. I got comfortable as he began to read.
"Eleanor was a horny little slut..." he began. I loved the way his voice changed when he read to me. He sounded so sexy as he went on, telling the story of Eleanor. "Eleanor was a good girl but she wanted to be bad. She just needed someone to be bad with. She hadn't met the right man yet, which was what she was really waiting for. She hadn't really been looking hard when she found him. He was older and worked at the small office she had been temping at. Her assignment was nearing its end and she wondered what she should do to get him to notice her.
"Rex was the kind of man that Eleanor had typically avoided but there was something about him that drew her to him. She knew that he could manhandle her and make her submit to him, things that she had been spending a lot of her time fantasizing about. She imagined him spanking her and calling her names. She imagined him tying her up to her four-poster bed that had been in her childhood room for most of her life. She imagined him fucking her with relentless force and calling her names like slut and whore. Normally, she didn't want these things but with Rex she wanted them."
"Oh my God!" I cried. "This is already the best story ever! It's like Jennifer Johnson is in my head."
"The author? Yeah, this story is so you, Erica," his eyes were full of love for me.
"Keep reading!" I cried. I pulled up my skirt and pulled down my panties, spreading my legs and touching myself as I continued to listen to Alan read.
"Okay, where was I? Oh yeah, here. Eleanor decided that she needed to tell Rex how she felt. She reviewed all of their conversations in her mind. Had he shown any interest in her? She thought about it and decided that even though she wasn't sure, her pussy seemed to have its own ideas about what she wanted. She found herself walking purposefully across the office carpet until she was at Rex's desk. He looked up, obviously busy.
"Yes?" he asked, impatiently.
"I um. I um..." Eleanor wasn't sure what she was doing there. She was panicking.
"Are you okay?"
"I want you to tie me up and fuck me!" Eleanor blurted out. She immediately realized what she had done when Rex's face went from shocked to surprised, to confused.
"Is this a joke? I'm busy here. I don't have time for childish games."
"No, I'm sorry, I'm so embarrassed. I don't know why I said that. Well, I mean, I do know why I said it I just don't know why I said it here. I've been trying to tell you this for a while now and oh my God, people are watching us!" She looked around the room and saw that every person in the office was staring at her and Rex.
"Don't worry about it. Maybe we can talk about this on lunch break. When do you take yours?" he asked. They settled on a time and by the time lunch rolled around Eleanor's pussy was dripping with anticipation. She hadn't been able to get a bit of her work done all morning. Rex arrived at her desk with his coat in hand.
"You ready?"
"Yeah," she grabbed her own coat from the back of her chair and followed him to his truck. He drove down the main drag of their small town and turned into one of the gated communities. He parked in a long, white driveway.
