The following is a work of fiction. If reading it will get you in trouble, please don't. (M/f, light sm) Copyright 2001 by Yvie. Please send me feedback and give me story ideas!
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My boyfriend and I had just gotten back from a night out. I was 18, and he was 25: we went to clubs often, though sometimes we preferred to go out with friends. We went to his house after a party, and I thought it would be a regular night: drink a beer, hang out for a while, go to bed.
I knew when he closed the front door and slammed me against the wall to kiss me hard, that this night would be anything but regular.
He held my hands above my head and kissed me on the lips. I squirmed a little, testing him. He grasped my wrists with more force and leaned back to look at me. With his other hand, he grabbed the front of my black tank top and pulled it off over my head. My round breasts came into view, the hard nipples pushing through the flimsy black lace of my bra.
I don't know where the handcuffs came from, but all of a sudden I heard them click closed around my small wrists, behind my back. I was helpless. He took his hands off my body and held onto my short plaid skirt, pulling it past my round ass and strong legs, and down to my feet. His eyes surveyed my body. I was now wearing that black bra, a lacy black garter belt, fishnet stockings, and boots...my young pussy was shaved and totally visible. He chuckled when he saw how wet I was becoming. He kissed me again, and I moaned.