This is my first try at erotica and I'm looking forward to feedback. <3
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The waiting is the best and the worst part. I'd already opened a bottle of wine, a petite syrah to pair with dinner, and poured myself a glass before sitting down.
He'd left a blindfold by the bed this morning. He'd called earlier in the day to tell me he'd be late. Late, but he'd arrive promptly at 7.
"Wear the blindfold." He hung up without waiting for a response.
I had an hour before he was due home and ate the last of my dinner before taking the wine upstairs with me, turning off all but the hallway lights as I passed through the house.
My favorite soap was sitting on the bathroom countertop, also a gift from the morning. Turning on the shower, I removed my clothing and stepped in—steam caressing my body. The water ran over my full breasts, pausing at nipples that hardened in the shifting air before continuing down to my narrow waist and flaring over my hips.
The bar of soap smelled like Scottish heather, sweet and clean. I lathered a loofa and rubbed the scent into my skin, fingers trailing across myself. I couldn't help it. The anticipation of the evening was getting to me. The texture of the loofa across my breasts gave me goose bumps and I found my free hand tracing a path past my navel.
Leaning into the warm spray of water I pressed a finger between my legs, tracing my slit, while still slowly dragging the loofa across myself. Pressing more deeply, I slid a finger into my pussy, moving slowly to rub across my clit before moving back to deeper warmth. Pushing two fingers deeper, I pressed the palm of my hand against my clit. The water rolled down my back, massaging and relaxing my muscles as I began to writhe. Moving my hand faster, I plunged my fingers deeper, faster, and dropped the loofa. Fingers began pinching my nipples before I realized that they were, of course, my own. Kneeling, I rode myself to climax, water flowing through my hair, past my navel, and around my fingers.
I toweled off and dried my hair, choosing not to use any perfume and instead relied on the gentle scent of heather to cling to my damp skin. My dark hair hung just passed my shoulders. Static made it hallow my face after I pulled on a camisole top and panties. The clock read five minute until he was supposed to arrive. I put on the blindfold and lay down on the bed.
The front door opened a short time later. Smiling with anticipation, I listened to him move throughout the house, imagining what he was doing, when he'd come up the stairs. He moved into the kitchen—probably hanging up his keys. Then to the hallway—taking off his shoes. The dining room— perhaps surveying the remains of the my dinner that, in my anticipation, I'd forgotten to put away.
The tread of his footsteps on the stairs brought me back to focus. Or perhaps made me more aware of the intensity of my focus. The bedroom door opened. I stretched out on the bed and rolled to face the door, smiling, tracing the line of my hip. I knew he was watching.
His weight on the bed forced me to shift my weight away from him. His fingers trailed up my arm to my hands which rested just above my head. He lifted one, gently nipping at my fingertips, tongue flicking across my skin. I both felt and heard the click of a cuff on my wrist at the same moment. I pulled my hand away, startled, and found that the other end had already been secured to something.
"I thought we were supposed to be introducing new things slowly?" I was hesitant. Not only to ask but to know the response. I wasn't sure how I felt about restraints.
