When Eric and I met, we hit it off right away. We became best friends first and lovers later. It became quite evident early on that we could play around with one another in ways that I'd never been able to do with anyone else. I let him do things to me that no one had ever done before, like tie my hands to the headboard while he fucked me. I never thought I would like the helpless feeling that being bound would give me, but I trusted him and that made all the difference. Things had started to really heat up between us in the past few weeks and he kept surprising me with all the things he wanted to do or try. Sometimes on the weekends we played cards, with the winner getting what ever they wanted that night. Usually Eric won and wanted to fuck me as his prize. Not that I minded because whenever I won, I wanted Eric to fuck me as my prize. It was a win win situation if you ask me.
For the past month Eric has been hinting he wanted to play strip poker one night, and I thought it might be kinda fun to do. Eric was coming over and I figured I would ask him if he wanted to play strip poker tonight. When I heard the door bell ring my stomach did a little flip at what the next few hours might hold for us. When I opened the door, I noticed two things right away. One, that he was grinning like the cat that ate the canary, and two, he had a big paper bag with him.
He came in and gave me a tight hug, nuzzling the side of my neck, sending shivers down my back as his breath tickled the side of my neck. I held him for a moment not wanting to lose the feeling he was arousing in me.
"Don't ya wanna know what's in the bag?" He chuckled wickedly as his extricated himself from my hold.
I let go long enough to look at the bag. He knew what I was going to do before I did it and snatched the bag out of my reach before I could make a grab for it. I laughed, knowing he knew me way too well.
"Okay, I'll bite. What's in the bag?" I asked, very curious to know what he brought.
Eric took the bag, held it too his body like it was a prized possession,. He took my hand and led me to the couch where we sat down. Looking at me, he smiled as he opened the bag and put his hand inside, making a huge production of trying to find something.
"Just pull it out already!" I have no patience and it showed.
He raised his eyebrow at my remark. "Well if you insist." He grinned as he started to put the bag down and unbutton his jeans.
"Not that, you doofus!" I scolded. "Pull out whatever you have in the bag or I'm going to take it from you and you'll never get it back!"
He sat back down, grinning at me and put his hand back in the bag pulling out some white 3x5 cards. I just starred at them, like I was forgetting to write down a recipe or something. He laughed at my confusion. Putting down the cards, he plucked two pens from the bag and sat them next to the cards on the table. Next from the bag came a new deck of playing cards. Those too got set on the table. I was shocked at the next thing to come out of the bag. He pulled out handcuffs and just sat there swinging them in front of me as he watched the confusion play over my face.
"Okay, what are you planning?" I asked, in a confused tone of voice. "I don't get it."
He said nothing. Again his hand went in the bag, this time pulling out a blindfold. Eric swung this in front of my face as he smiled at me. I was getting a little nervous at what might come out of the bag next.
"Honey, what are you planning?" I asked.
All he did was smile at me, putting his hand back in the bag. This time, he slowly pulled his hand out, holding an 8inch dildo. He laughed as I gasped.
"Surely you've seen one before?" He asked innocently. "I mean you probably have one in your night stand, right?"
I took the dildo from him and looked it over. "I can honestly say I don't have anything that looks like this in my nightstand." Laughing, I handed it back to him.
"You've never used one before? Hmmm.......and here I thought this was a girl's best friend."
He laughed at the look on my face and put the dildo next to the other things. Putting his hand back in the bag and rummaging around with a perplexed look on his face, he finally smiled and started to pull his hand out of the bag again. When his hand was almost out of the bag he stopped.
"Close your eyes." He commanded me.
I trusted him but was the tiniest bit nervous. It was obvious while he sat there looking at me, that he wasn't going to take his hand out of the bag unless I did what he said.
"Okay fine, but you better not pull something gross out of that bag."
The mischiveous look on his face made me think of a young boy who had put snails on my desk at school when I was younger. He just giggled at me.
I heard the rustling of the bag and knew he had taken his hand out, I felt him scoot closer to me.
"Don't open your eyes." He reminded me, as he traced his fingers down the side of my face, sending shivers down my neck.
"Trust me." He whispered in my ear, his warm breath along my neck relaxing me...arousing me.
I felt his hand caress the back of my head, as he slowly threaded his hands through my hair, grabbing a handful close to my scalp at the back of my head. He pulled my hair slightly. When I didn't object, he pulled my head back a little harder.
"I want you to open your mouth for me, but do not open your eyes." He whispered against my ear. "Trust me and do what I ask." As he said this, he pulled my hair slightly harder.
At first I did nothing. I was nervous. We had never played this type of game before and I had absolutely no idea what he might put in my mouth. I felt another tug on my hair and a chuckle as I gasped. I reluctantly parted my lips and felt something very small pass through. I jumped as I heard a loud noise and felt something cold and wet filling my mouth. Pulling back as quickly as I could, I opened my eyes to see Eric laughing at me. He was holding a can of whip cream in his hands. It was then that I realized that's what was in my mouth. I swallowed the sweet tasting whip cream as he put the can down still laughing at my reaction.
"What's the matter? Don't you trust me?" He asked, as he squirted more of the whip cream in his hand.
He grabbed the bottom of my shirt, gently pulling it up to expose my braless breasts. After smearing whip cream on my nipple, he bent down and licked it off. I moaned as his lips softly flicked across my already erect nipple. Too soon he stopped and licked his lips, grinning at me as he settled back on the couch with the bag still in his arms.
I was getting more aroused by the minute. I wanted to know what he planned for us this night.
I scooted closer. "So, you got anything else in that bag of yours?"
He lifted the bag and shook it, I could tell there was still stuff in it.
"Yep, There are a few more goodies still left" he said, grinning. But instead of putting his hand in the bag, he sat it down next to him and picked up the blank cards and pens. He handed me one blank card and a pen and took one for himself, putting the rest of the cards down.
"I want you to write down one sexual thing that you have never tried but have always wanted to, and I'm going to do the same. It can be as outrageous or vanilla as you like, just write it down and don't let me see it yet."
I had to think about this for a minute. Did I really want him to know what I had always wanted to try but was too scared to do? He wrote something quickly down on his card and after a few minutes I finally wrote down my biggest fantasy on my card.
"Okay, now put the card face down on the table in front of you." I did and watched as he picked up the playing cards and shuffled them.
"Okay, what I planned on, was we each pick one card. The person who has the highest card, picks up the others wish card and makes their fantasy come true. I brought the toys just in case I get my fantasy." He was smiling at me like he knew something I didn't.
I picked a card, holding it in my hands, afraid that it might not be high enough to beat what ever card he got. I was wishing I had written something else on my wish card now. Eric picked his card and slowly turned it over and his eyes lit right up. He turned the card so I could see it. It was the King of Spades. He started for my wish card and I stopped him, he looked at me confused then motioned for me to show him my card. I did...it was the 3 of hearts. I lost...
He had his hand on my wish card but my hand stopped him from picking it up.
"I don't want you to read it." I whispered. I knew my face must be beet red right now. I was so embarrassed. He let go of my wish card and took my hand.
"Did you write down something you've always wanted to do?"
I looked at him, my face burning with embarrassment. "Yes." I whispered.
"Then let me read what you wrote. Let me make your fantasy come true." He said, as he kissed my fingers, running his tongue along the sensitive tips before softly suckling my entire finger into his mouth. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his kissing, nipping and tongue on my fingers. I didn't know he had moved to get my card and read it until he let go of my hand and I opened my eyes to see him reading my card with a huge smile on his face.
My card read...
I have always fantasized about being tied completely helpless, utterly vulnerable to whatever my partner wanted to do to me. I would also be blindfolded while I was fucked hard and deep while wearing a butt plug deep in my ass....
