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This is different than my normal stories in as much as there is very little character or storyline. This is sex. lol
Enjoy!
You are on satin sheets reading the newspaper sipping coffee. Bathed in sunlight, you intently read. Whatever it is, either a news story about a robbery or a two-for-one sale, I do not know. Either way you do not notice when I enter.
Of course you did not expect me. It is Monday morning, and I am supposed to be at work. However, there was something I forgot to do. Something more important than work, so I called and said I would be late.
How late? 2 hours should do it.
I wear slippers so that my movements would be soft and sooth, much like the legs I plan to caress. And possibly kiss. A plan is germinating; it changes though as I look you over. This is the ultimate problem. All my machinations grind to a halt whenever I see you. Something always happens in the process from the plan created in my fertile imagination to ultimate fruition. Once, I thought about blindfolding you in the bathroom, attentively removing all of your clothes, then showering with you, but I got as far as blindfolding you before my throbbing manhood and the taste of your lips caused me to lean you against the bathroom door and fuck you until I came in you.
This time, however, my reserve was backed by our long and hot session last night, when you ground yourself on me, making me beg to come. You know how much it turns me on when you take control: the hot, sultry tone of your voice ordering me to lick every part of your body from the tips of your toes to the nape of your neck, only to then be allowed to kiss your lips. You always like to taste yourself on my lips and tongue.
I will be in control today.
A board squeaks under my weight. Damn. You look up. Before you fully register my presence I am already by the bed, then over you. I brush aside the newspaper and ignore your surprise while I force your hands up and over your head. You gasp and move to yell. Your eyes tell me you know it's me; I do the rest with abandon.
You are wearing the night shirt from last night. It's loose fitting. I think you are still wearing your panties as well, but I can't tell. I am busy making sure your hands are firmly attached to the bed post and your eyes are unable to see what I have in mind. I stop for a second and take pride in my work: You are blindfolded and tied to the bed. When you gained your composure and started to yell "what the hell are you doing?" I deftly covered your mouth with my hand and lightly nibble your neck. I know your neck is your spot, and I take advantage of it.
While you try to refocus, my free hand roams your body, keeping your confused and already slightly aroused mind and body off-kilter. I hear another gasp between my fingers and slowly remove my hand from your mouth. You don't say anything. But I know this will be short lived, so while I continue kissing your neck and lightly run my hand over your sleep shirt, finding the hidden areas underneath, I pull a large handkerchief from my back pocket and place it in your mouth.
You mumble something, and then you pull at your binds.
