One night, whispering under the covers, something started a conversation. Maybe I said he was my favorite fantasy, maybe it was something else. I’m really not sure. But I remember him pinching and playing with my nipples and running his fingers over my pussy until I spilt and told him what I’d seen a thousand times in my head.
My fantasy was quite simple, him handcuffed to our bed, and me free to just do as I wished with him. I’m not a dominant person in bed, maybe I never will be, but I liked the idea of the trust it would take to get him in those cuffs, and admittedly, it’s a lovely view. But, he abhors the idea of wearing handcuffs and the fantasy had become something I’d regulated to those sleepless nights when he was there beside of me, and looking at him only made my mind think of all the naughty things I’d like to do to him.
Those times, it all came back to that one simple thing. Him, naked and stretched out on dark silky sheets, with his hands in silver cuffs wrapped around the wrought iron bars. I’d come in a heartbeat from the thought of it, and admittedly, it became my favorite thing to picture when my mind wanted to run rampant.
I never thought he’d let me have it, and until that night I never thought I’d dare tell him. I knew his aversion to the idea, having playfully mentioned it to him more than once or twice…it was just too much to ask of him.
Until this morning. He’d been working on his body, making it into some idea of better that he had, while, admittedly, I didn’t see his drive, but, I’ve never been able to complain about the results of anything he’s wanted to do. The boy likes his body certain ways, and I? I just like his body.
From how nice it feels to run my hands over his head when he’s shaved his hair, to the way it feels to cup his balls in my hand. I like his body, and what it does to me, and I love it when he cums on me. It’s made me fall asleep blissfully many, many times.
This morning was similar to that, he was sore and aching and it was so late and neither of us had gotten to the point where we needed sleep. Well, I can always sleep, if its cuddled by his side, but we hadn‘t gotten to the point of heading to the bed. He played songs that always brought my heart fluttering to a fevered pitch and my mind to the first time he took me to bed. I couldn’t help but kiss him, and lean close to him, remembering just the way it felt when he made me his.
Remembering the first time I knew what it was like to come from someone’s tongue stroking and teasing me ever so gently. He laughed at it, maybe amused that it didn’t take much when it came to him to get my body to responding to what my mind remembered. Finally he got up off the couch to come to bed with me, joking as he stood by the side of it that he’d might as well get naked. I’m notorious for liking to keep him that way, and it makes a lazy day around the house so much …more incredible.
I rested there, watching as he shrugged the shirt off his shoulders, his skin still pale since we hadn’t gotten into the summer sun. The shorts were the next to go, and it always occurred to me when he stripped off his shorts, how well matched his lower body was. From the back he had this nice, firm ass that I loved feeling in my hands, and these lovely thick legs. Its horrible sometimes, to see nicely proportioned men have those sickly stick like legs, so much better when their bodies seem to speak of power, just as his thickly muscled thighs do.
And of course, speaking of thick, I never can forget his cock. Even at rest it’s a beautiful thing, nicely thick against his well filled balls. Yum. And not a hair anywhere. Smooth skin so that all you can see is his cock in all its glory. He slipped into bed, and I moved to put my head on his shoulder, my favorite way to cuddle close to him.
“Go ahead, you know you want to lick my nipples.” I could hear the smile in his voice, and despite my protests that I hadn’t intended any such thing, it was a nice invitation. He has these light honey tinged colored nipples that are tight little nubs when they’re paid enough attention.
And, I love paying attention to them, circling the tips with my tongue, and waiting as long as I can before taking it in my mouth and sucking on it. I raised my head to kiss those cupid’s bow lips that I couldn’t help but to run my tongue over, and he cocked his head to the side, saying “Isn’t this where you go get the handcuffs?”
I raised an eyebrow at his words, but I wouldn’t miss that invitation for all the world. I slid from the bed, fetching the handcuffs along with their key and a bottle of strawberry oil that I’d wanted to lick off of him for some time now . The cuffs weren’t much used, and it took a few moments to get them locked in place around his wrists. The result was so nice that any difficulty would have been worth it.
My darling, his body naked, his cock getting hard, those cuffs around his wrists and the bed keeping his hands stretched out over his head. It made his arms so long and lean, and stretched him out so well. This was what I had been dreaming of, lusting after. I had it now, there he was, laid out for my pleasure, my sex toy.
My love, and my best friend as well, but that wasn’t what was on my mind. What was on my mind was that his body was my playground. His hands were out of the way, and though his legs were free, I was smug in knowing that they too could be tied down. Make a nice X of him across the bed, with his cock sticking up, begging for attention, yes that idea had merit. As it was, I was too impatient for that, I just wanted to give his body some attention.
I opened the bottle of oil and drizzled the sweet syrup over his chest and on his nipples, moving to lap it up and swirl it across his skin. So good, strawberries and his faintly sweet salty taste. I raised up, asking if he’d like to taste, and dipped my mouth to his, rubbing my tongue over his lips and delving inside his mouth, wondering if he could taste the strawberry sweetness.
I lingered in the kiss until it occurred to me that the syrup would coat his dick well, and I’ve never been able to resist wrapping my lips around that part of him. I let the syrup dribble from the bottle onto the tip of his head, watching it run down the shaft, pool at the bottom, before starting to slide over his balls.
I leaned in to lick it up from his balls, to taste the pool of it at the base of his cock, before sliding the tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue over that sweetness and letting my mouth take in more of him little by little. Sucking on that big thick cock is a thing of wonder, it stretches my lips, and the length of it makes taking him down my throat an accomplishment. I toyed with his cock a few moments, looking up at him, his head tossed back against the pillow. His hands so delightfully imprisoned.
“What do you want?” I had to hear him. Had to talk to him.
“Whatever you wish master.”
I laughed, “I’m your mistress, not your master.”
“As you wish master.”
“Respond well slave or you’ll be punished.”
