After a long day at work, I pick my way through traffic, determined to make it home before you do. It's a Friday evening and I'm looking forward to an entire weekend of nothing but you and I. The endless hours of negotiating, dominating and maneuvering others throughout the day are but a vague memory as I consider what the outcome of our evening will be when I finally share my latest fantasy with you.
We've been living together for over a year now and the sex is still as hot as the first time. But I would like to try something new-not just to keep it interesting, but because I have a need that can only be fulfilled by you.
I finally make it home. I park the car in the garage, grab some things I picked up along the way from the trunk, and enter the house. My anticipation increases as I consider the fact that you've never denied me anything I wanted no matter how bizarre the request. Still, I'm a little nervous because I truly care about what you think of me.
I don't even bother to check the messages, because there's only one person I'm interested in hearing from-YOU. I glance at the clock on the wall and notice that I only have an hour before you make it home. I dash to the bathroom for a quick shower and shave because I know you love for my pussy to always be bare. After showering, I head to the bedroom to change the sheets to the red satin ones I bought on the way home. I don a red lace thong and a hip length satin robe. I also take out the rest of the items I bought on the way home and set them by the bedside.
Back in the kitchen, I prepare a light dinner for us as well as a meat and cheese tray in case we get hungry from our exertions later. I place a bottle of Merlot on ice after pouring a glass for myself and go back to the living room to await your arrival.
After a few minutes, I hear your car pull into the garage and I feel butterflies in my stomach. It's been like this for as long as we've been together. When I hear your keys near the door, I open it before you can use them. You step into the house and I greet you with a long, passionate kiss. My juices start to flow when I feel the response in your pants because I know what that huge cock is capable of.
I ask, "How was your day?" as I lead you to the living room and hand you a glass of wine.
After taking a sip, you say, "Much better now. What are you up to?"
I laugh because you know me so well. "Something I hope you'll like." With that, I leave to run your bath. While I'm testing the water temperature, I can sense you standing in the doorway. I turn to see you staring at my exposed ass as I bend over the bath tub. Before I know it, you're standing behind me, gently caressing my ass and teasing my pussy lips. I moan with lust. You've always been gentle with me and done everything I ever wanted in bed to the point that my body responds at the mere sight of you. Feeling your hands on my body is enough to drive me too close to an orgasm.
With my legs trembling, I turn and ask you if you're ready for you bath. You're silent for a moment because yes, you're right, I'm up to something. I tell you that while you're bathing, I'll be in the kitchen and I leave you to your bath.
Almost a half an hour later, you emerge from the bathroom wearing only your pajama bottoms, your chest bare, smelling better than the dinner I made and embrace me around the waist from behind. I lean back, loving the feel of your arms around me. I turn in your arms and ask if you're hungry, and the look in your eyes tells me that the food I prepared for you isn't going to be enough to satisfy you.
While we're eating, I begin talking.
"You know how demanding my job is."
You look up from your plate and ask, "Do you want to try a new job?"
I shake my head, "No. It's just that in most situations in my life, I'm required to be in control, to dominate and be aggressive."
I can see the confusion in your eyes, though you're patient enough to let me finish.
"I want to give up that control sometimes. I want someone else to take over for a change."
"And what does this evening have to do with that?" you ask.
I bite my lip, then plunge in. "What do you think about bondage?"
I swear, you give new meaning to the phrase 'unholy grin'. "It's lovely and quite honestly it's been on my mind for a while."
We talk a little more as we finish our dinner and eventually move to the bedroom. You notice the silk scarves next to the bed and your grin intensifies.