In my first year at college, I had a boyfriend, David, who lived in a shared house with 4 other students, one of whom was his cousin Huw. I was his first lover, and he quickly progressed from inexperienced fumblings, to more accomplished sex with me. I'm not even sure we truly liked each other very much -- but we did enjoy sex together and seemed to fill a need for each other.
David told me he'd always been curious about bondage, after he'd found a porn film belonging to his cousin Huw. I hadn't tried this but had been curious also, so we agreed we'd try some mild bondage. I was a little nervous so we agreed that there'd be a "safe word", when either of us felt things weren't right we could say the safe word and the whole thing would stop straightaway. The safe word -- "sausages" -- was chosen to make us laugh.
We came back to his house one night, and after chatting briefly with his housemates, I knew this would be the night for us to try bondage. I was anticipating pleasure and I knew I looked hot and excited. I caught Huw's eyes on my tits - well I was wearing a low-cut top that evening -- and I felt pleased to receive attention from David's cousin. I'd also noticed some men looking at me in the club that evening which David and I had been dancing at -- surprising how easy it is to detect when someone is sexually interested..
David and I went to his bedroom, and we began by kissing and caressing, to get each other into the mood. His hands caressed my nipples, which were hard and projecting out through my silk top. I felt a direct connection to my cunt, moistening with excitement.
He pulled out a blindfold -- I was amused to see this was actually an eye mask from a cheap airline -- and slipped it over my head. Immediately my senses felt more alert as my sight was taken away. Each of my wrists, in turn, was tied to the iron frame of his bed, using climbing ropes (as David enjoyed abseiling and climbing, so these were easily available.) He undressed me slowly until I was naked apart from my black high heels. I was positioned to be bent forward from the hips, my legs apart.
I felt vulnerable -- but also very excited -- aware that my arse and cunt were projecting towards him, and I thought he could probably smell my excitement as my juices were flowing. My clit was throbbing, my nipples hard and I was desperate to be touched... well, touched first and then fucked really hard.
I felt his closeness --his bodily warmth -- as he reached round and squeezed my tits, pulling the nipples and taking the weight of my breasts in his hands. I could also feel the tip of his erection, just pushing gently at my arse -- he was being careful not to directly touch my cunt or clit as yet. I'd always thought he was more interested in anal sex than straight sex, and it seemed I was right -- I could feel the tip of his cock moistening and pushing against my arsehole. While I wasn't anti anal sex, I didn't feel in the mood right now and certainly wanted more attention to my clit. "Please -- touch my clit, let me feel your cock in my cunt first" -- I said to him, conscious of what a ridiculous request this must seem, surely he could tell what I wanted?
"I'd rather fuck your arse" -- he said, trying to push his cock into my unyielding arsehole.
"Not right now -- and not without lube" I replied. We argued back and forward for a minute or two -- which I found profoundly unarousing -- until he walked out of the room in temper. I tried saying our agreed safe word but he didn't come back to release me.
