It was another lonely night for me. My live-in boyfriend was out of town again, book signing for his recently published best seller. Being in love with a writer is not always easy, especially a successful one. Not knowing what to do with my time, I decided to log online and surf the web. While I was waiting to establish connection, I absentmindedly glanced through some of the scraps of paper sitting on the desk. Most of it was just trash but, one in particular caught my eye. It was the address to a website I had never seen before. Just then I heard the familiar "You've Got Mail" voice, signaling that I was finally online. Temporarily forgetting about the slip of paper, I went to work clearing out my mailbox, responding to email from friends and writing a short note to my mother. That done, I typed in the address I found on the piece of paper and hit enter.
"What the hell is this?" I thought to myself. Evidently it was some kind of porn site. But, this was not your normal picture site. These were stories, sent in by people. Immediately I recognized the pen name my lover frequently uses. Shock set in first, followed by hurt, then anger. Why that son of a bitch! He was writing stories about making love to other women on some porn site! Well, if he wants to write, then I will give him something to write about! I logged offline and set to work, contemplating my revenge.
The next evening, he arrived home as scheduled. I met him at the door clad in just a robe, gave him a loving kiss and told him dinner was ready. He looked appreciative, having had a long day. If he only knew what was in store for him that night! We ate dinner, idly discussing how his time away had gone. As I glanced across the table at my true love, I tried not to smile at his innocence. He had no idea what the evening held for him. Dinner done, I cleared the table and did the dishes, while he hopped in the shower, ridding himself of his dusty travels. As soon as I was done, I went to our bedroom. He was already lying on the bed naked, evidently tired, not bothering to even pull back the covers. "Too bad" I thought to myself. Still dressed in my robe, I lay atop of him, softly kissing him and grinding against him. His arousal became apparent almost immediately. I continued kissing him, sliding my lips up, capturing his mouth with my own, and kissing him passionately. My hands slid over his, holding them gently at first. Ever so slowly, I maneuvered our hands up, above his head. Before he knew what hit him, I had him handcuffed to the bedpost. He looked at me in utter shock, a bit of fear crossing over his handsome face. We had never done anything like this before and most of the time he was the aggressive one in bed. Well not tonight.
Giving him a reassuring kiss, I slid down his body to the end of the bed. With a little coaxing, I manage to get each of his ankles tied to the bedposts. Only then do I remove my robe. I hear him let out a soft moan as he sees my leather attire. My bra is tight fitting, my breasts almost spilling out. The matching leather thong does nothing to conceal my soft yet firm ass.
"Wh-wh-what has gotten into you?" he finally says, as his eyes continue to roam over my barely clad body.
"It's funny you should ask" I begin. "Last night, while straightening up the desktop, I came across a web address. I had no idea what it was, so before I threw the piece of paper away, I thought I better check it out first. Does Literotica ring a bell?"
The look on his face was priceless. It was a mixture of fear, shame, and anxiety with just the slightest hint of passion.
"Oh, I see it does. Well I thought if you wanted to write for such a site, then I should give you something to write about." While saying this, I begin to slide my hand over my body. Softly running my hand over my bra, I tenderly rub first one nipple, then the other, hardening them to firm peaks. I slide my hand down lower, across my abdomen, then over my hip. Expertly, I undo the tie that has kept my thong up to this point. I shimmy out of it, then move towards him. I position myself above his face. He loves the taste of me. At times, it's all I can do to get in my fair share of giving him oral pleasure. Deftly, I part my pussy lips and he gasps as he sees how wet I am.
"Mmmmm, like what you see baby? Wanna taste that?"
He moans a positive reply, licking his lips. I know I have him totally under my powers now. I begin to slide my fingers over my wet pussy, moaning at the soft feel of my fingertips. I love being touched softly, gently. Over and over again, I slide my fingers through my wetness, coating my entire cunt with my juices. My fingers slide over my clit and I let out another moan. He is beginning to beg me now but, I ignore his pleas. I rub my clit a little harder, my fingers sliding effortlessly. I continue to masturbate above him, moaning as I do. I rub my clit harder, faster, wanting to cum so bad. His moans and pleas only enhance my pleasure. I am going to cum, cum so hard. As the first wave washes over me, I slam two fingers inside my pussy, screaming out my pleasure.
