I laid there on our bed, cursing the morning sun as it broke through the curtains and onto my face. My blonde hair was strewn about the pillows as I opened one eye, squinting, to check my watch.
“Fuck me, it’s only 8:30!” I rolled over, pulling the blanket over my head to drown out the sunlight.
My boyfriend and I had just moved in together and I was getting used to his early morning routine. I heard him move from one end of the room to the other before he came over to the bed. He slowly pulled the blanket down and kissed my cheek as he stroked my hair.
“Morning cutie,” he said softly, causing a smile to break my lips. I rolled over on my back and gave in to the light.
“Hi,” I said; my everyday response. I noticed that he was not yet dressed for work. “You calling in sick to spend the day with me?”
“Well, I have plans for us today,” he said, a sly grin on his face. “Why don’t you get in the shower and we will go from there.”
I threw the covers back, getting up slowly as I proceeded to walk naked to the bathroom.
“Hey, cutie!” He called as the shower started running. “The shower head is off limits this morning. I want to save some of that for later!”
I growled as I put my hand into the stream of water. It wasn’t hot yet, so I sat there for a minute, curious of his intentions. Why the hell was the showerhead off limits? What were his plans? Dammit. He knew I liked to masturbate first thing in the morning! Hell, that’s why we got the removable, pulsating showerhead. It was my favorite addition to the new apartment.
I took my time in the hot water that morning. If he was going to take my showerhead from me, then I would surely make him wait. It’s not that I wanted to be stubborn, but I sure as shit wasn’t going to give him the pleasure. I grinned as I thought this to myself when I noticed him leaning against the bathroom wall. I had no idea how long he had been there and when he started smiling, I decided to put on a show for him.
I got my poofy washing thing all soaped up and put one of my long legs up on the stool. I slowly worked the lather from my ankles, and up to my stomach, pausing briefly as I got between my legs. I used one hand to hold the poof and the other started slowly rubbing my pussy as I let my head fall back. The water ran down the front of my neck and washed all the soap from the front of my body as I looked over at his reaction. I saw him touch the front of those damn cute boxer briefs and noticed his dick was getting hard. I was enjoying this. I turned my back to him and reached around to wash myself from behind. I put one hand on the wall to brace myself and ran the poof from the top of my pussy and back to my ass. I giggled when I saw that he had freed his cock and was stroking it is he watched my little show. As I let the water clean the soap from my body, I felt a cold gush of air as the shower door opened. He reached in and turned the water off as he handed me two towels.
I turned to face him, a feigned expression of shock on my face and he pulled me out of the shower.
“You think you’re cute, huh?” He husked at me as he held my face in his hands. “I want you to dry off and lay your naked ass on the bed while I go in the living room to get your surprise.”
I smiled as my mind raced, wondering what he had in store for me. As I laid myself on the bed, I tried to get myself in a comfortable position, all the while trying to look as sexy as I could. He walked through the bedroom door with a large black bag in his hands. He smiled as he neared the bedside. I lay there in our white sheets, my 5’11” frame looked smaller on our huge bed. I weighed myself that morning, a glorious 130 pounds, so I knew I looked just as I wanted to look for him. I wanted to be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and the look on his face told me I succeeded. He sat down next to me and placed the bag at his feet next to the bed. I started to sit up, my attention so thoroughly focused on the mysterious contents of the bag. The only thing he had in his hand was a black silk blindfold.
“Don’t you worry about what’s in there,” he said as he placed the blindfold over my still wet head. “…Yet.”
As the light once again faded from my eyes, my other four senses went into overdrive. The first thing I noticed was the smell of the room. Although I didn’t see them when I walked in from the shower, I smelled my candles burning in the corner. Next, I heard the material of the bag crinkle as he opened it up. My hands clenched the material of the duvet as I squirmed about on top of the sheets.
“Antsy, are you?” He said with a laugh. “I think I have something here that might help you to relax.”
Just then, I felt the coolness of silk envelop my wrist as he tied the scarf on. I immediately felt a tingling in my clit as I became harnessed to the bed. We had never experimented with bondage, although tying one another up had always been a fantasy for the both of us.
Suddenly, I heard the television click on. There was silence for a moment, and then the unmistakable melody of porn music filled my ears as he turned the volume up. It wasn’t almost painful to hear the sounds of sex without being able to see what has happening. I heard two women moaning, and the dam between my legs had broken. I guess I am what you could call a pseudo-bisexual. When it came to love, I was definitely straight, but when it came to sex, I loved being with women. My boyfriend drooled the day that I told him, “Sometimes, there is nothing else I would rather do than eat pussy.”
“I am not going to tie your legs yet,” he said, his voice so low it almost cracked. “You have to earn that.
“My, my,” he laughed as I felt his hand drift down my body, stopping ever so gently as he felt the wetness between my legs. “I think someone is enjoying this.”
I smiled before I realized he was presenting me with his fingers, soaking from my juices. I greedily took them into my mouth, sucking them as if they were his cock. I heard him moan softly, keeping them in my mouth as he shifted from the bed.
“That sounds like a great idea to me, babe,” he said as I felt something soft and warm brush my cheek. When I realized it was his dick, I giggled, flicking the head with the tip of my tongue. I had never even attempted to suck his dick without the use of my hands, but this feeling of vulnerability was exciting as I eagerly took the whole length into my mouth. His hands ran through my hair as he started to fuck my face. My neck was getting tired as I could only raise slightly off the bed, as the restraints held me in my place.
“Oh, fuck,” he said as he grabbed a handful of my hair. “Yes baby, suck my dick…Just like that. God, you look great with my cock in your mouth.”
I began to suck harder when I felt him pull out, leaving a gaping hole in my face. He hadn’t come yet, and I knew he wouldn’t for a while. This day would last forever, at least in my mind. As I came back down from the bliss of sucking his cock, I again noticed the sounds coming from the TV. This time, I heard more than two girls from the speakers as I could only imagine the orgy that was being presented on the screen. I don’t know what could’ve been hotter; what was on the screen or what was in my head.
