"I want to take you somewhere that you've never been before, Tali..."
Tali. That's me. It's short for Talisa, but no one calls me Talisa except for my mother. She and I have never seen life eye-to-eye: she is all about business and manners and coldness; I, on the other hand, am all about fun and sex and being relaxed. Up until recently, I didn't really understand how fun and sex and being relaxed could intertwine in my life quite so well. Not until I met ... him.
"Him" is known in his business and familial circles as Christopher. His close friends call him "Chris" ... I call him "SC". It stands for 'Sexy Chris' but I said that so much that it gagged my friends, so I just call him "SC". They still roll their eyes, but in truth, it's because they're jealous. My best friend, Martha, said that "SC" stands for Santa Claus, and I had to laugh at that notion because Chris is always giving me gifts: the gift of his attention, the gift of his affection, but most of all, the gift of that magnificent body of his!
Okay, I'll tell you about SC. He's gorgeous: about 6'2", but has a man's body. Not all hard like a teenager, but not overly soft like an old man. Just comfortable, with a snuggly little beer belly and wonderfully strong arms that hold me tight. His eyes are wise and they wrinkle at the corners just so when he smiles, and his laughter can fill up a room. His mouth can possess your body in an instant ... and those HANDS! Oh, my god. Those hands can cradle you when you cry and fan flames when you're needy! But the best part of all is his cock: it's heavy and warm – not too long but thick – the kind that fills up your pussy with a flared head that rubs just in the perfect way no matter how he is positioned inside you.
Mercy. I need to catch my breath. Just thinking about his cock makes me crazy, y'know? Anyway, my life had been a series of failures both in love and in bed until I met SC. He came into my life at a time when I had been praying for someone who would not only love me, but would teach me and allow me to grow sexually as well as in other ways. I was tired of having to hide the fact that I loved to watch porn, that I loved to suck cock, that I was not a girly-girl. I was tired of hiding my male friends, tired of hiding my penchant for a good flirt. Yet, when SC came into my life, I doubted his open-mindedness. I still do at times.
The first time SC came to my home, I met him at the door in a bathrobe. I had expected him to be another thirty minutes or so when he called saying he had gotten into town. SURPRISE! The doorbell rang and I bolted from the shower with my hair in a towel to meet a man who would become, in a few short moments, my lover. He didn't care. He wrapped me in those wonderful arms and gave me the warmest kiss. It was then that I just KNEW we'd be good for each other. Okay, maybe it wasn't just the kiss. Maybe it was that he started to strip off naked, telling me: "I don't want you to feel alone here, so I'll get naked, too, so it will be even." What a guy!
Our first sex was tentative and gentle. He quickly learned that I loved my nipples sucked, that I loved his fingers inside my pussy. I learned how to suck his cock (every man is different) and felt his huge balls. We kissed like teenagers, and when we were through, we held on to each other for a long time. I think it was at that point that SC started to formulate a plan: to take me to new heights.
We had talked at length on the phone about experiences and what I might like to try in the way of sex. He already knew I had been rather forced into the typical "good girl" role where sex was for a purpose rather than for pleasure. He knew that many of my previous lovers were men who preferred their women to please them instead of finding joy in the pleasure of their women. With each time we are together, he pushes me farther into my own pleasure; he offers me acceptance and in return, I do my best to explore my own desires. We explored possibilities in fantasy, some making their way into reality.
"Tell me what you want ..." he began, caressing me carefully. "Show me what feels good to you."
I caressed my body and he followed suit, intently watching me pleasure myself as he shadowed my every move. He was a quick study – taking over where my fingers left off to bring me to the brink and over. Rolling over me, he thrust his now-hard cock into the confines of my body, holding himself there as he kissed my forehead, my cheeks, my lips. Then he began to slowly rock inside me as he said, "Is there something ... anything ... that you want to try?" He stopped and held himself deep in me as he waited my answer.
"I think I would like to be tied up. I would like to surrender to you completely, maybe even be blindfolded."
"Are you sure, Tali?"
"No. Yes. Oh, I don't know! It looks fun and sounds fun, but ..."
He kissed me deeply and began to thrust into me once again with renewed vigor. His body shook as he spewed his cum into me, my orgasm matching his own. He held himself inside me for a long while and as his withering cock slid from my body, he said, "Your wish is my command."
Nothing else was said about the whole bondage thing for a long time. I had even forgotten about it until one day I came home to a note:
Come upstairs.
It was SC's handwriting, so I knew something was up. Normally, that spells fun, so I sprinted up the stairs to our bedroom. As I stepped inside the door, my world went black: SC covered my eyes with a blindfold. It startled me, but his strong hands went to my shoulders and said, "Don't worry, baby. It's just me"
The tension melted from my body as I allowed him to lead me to wherever it was he was leading me. He pulled my clothing from me in a hurried fashion and led me to a chair in the middle of the bedroom. Sitting me down in it, I felt him shackle my ankles outward and my arms behind me. I was now spread but sitting.
