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| This is a short story I wrote some time ago, please let me know if you think it is good enough to be published:
It was one of those late winter storms that blows through the Southeast occasionally. Just when there has been a few mild temperature days and you think spring is right around the corner the sky fills with dark, heavy clouds and the snow begins to fall like it's been pent up and waiting for this day for, will, like forever.
With the front door open I could lay on the sofa, watching both the snow quickly cover the front yard and the movie on the new flat screen TV that I have already seen I don't know how many times. Myah was laying on the rug in front of the door content to watch the yard turn from sandy brown to pure white. She had ventured out a little earlier that morning but the wind and dipping temperatures brought her back inside soon after her business was completed.
"Baby please"
I turned to my side again, smiling as I see you laying there on a pallet in front of the fire. The fire hissed and filled the entire front of the house with a warmth that cannot be duplicated any other way. You were rolling and squirming on the pallet, naked except for the high cut black thong. Black leather cuffs were wrapped and locked around your wrists and ankles with your arms trapped behind your back with a small padlock. Your ankles had also been locked together after I had crisscrossed your upper body with rope, binding you in a web of black cotton cord. The remote controlled egg had been slipped inside your cunt before locking your ankles, your panties pulled up keeping the toy firmly held in place.
After holding you in arms for almost an hour, laying together on the pallet, kissing your mouth and stroking your body with my fingertips, slowly building the anticipation and need within you I reach for a roll of elastic wrap and begin to cover your eyes. I know that when one of the senses is blocked or removed the other four begin to compensate for it so I made sure that you were completely blindfolded, no light was visible.
Your body glistens in the firelight, nipples stiff and swollen as I move off the pallet, back to the sofa. Picking up the remote I aim it in your direction, pressing the button and watching your hips undulate as you draw a quick, sharp breath.
Propped up on one elbow I spend the better part of another hour, watching it snow and playing with the vibe. Nestled safely between your legs it responds instantly to just a flick of my thumb. Slowly I build your need to orgasm only to dash those hopes when I know you are right on the edge. Sweating now, a combination of the heat being generated by the fireplace and your own elevated body temperature your skin shines in the soft afternoon light.
Momentarily feeling just a little guilty I pull myself up and refill your water bottle. Kneeling beside you on the floor you drink eagerly through the straw, the heat and erotic tension drying out your mouth. With your thirst quenched I pull the straw from your mouth and immediately press my lips to yours, kissing you hungrily. You moan into our kiss trying to roll and pull away but I cup your breast holding you in place. I kiss you deep and hard, wanting you to feel like the most loved and protected woman on the earth.
Breaking the kiss I look at your face, stroking your cheek. You are panting slightly, licking your lips and trying to control your own emotions.
“Baby please, you’re torturing me,” you whisper as you squirm and press your body against mine, trying to weaken my resolve.
Your lips move to my neck as I lay there, letting you kiss and nibble at my skin, loving this game that is being played between us. As you concentrate on my neck I tweak your nipples and slowly slide my fingers over the ropes and your trembling tummy. Reaching the waistband of your panties I have to smile and softly chuckle as you arch your hips, trying to press yourself to my hand.
I smile and kiss you again, teasing you unmercifully by just slipping my fingertips beneath the waistband of your panties but delving no further. You moan and grunt in frustration as I pull away, reaching for another length of rope.
You lay there quietly as I kneel beside you, no doubt wondering what else is it that I have planned for you. After doubling the rope and making sure the ends are even I wrap it around your waist, cinching it down before rolling you to your stomach again. After tying a small knot at the small of your back I push the ropes between your thighs from behind, rolling you over again so I can grab the ends and pull them all the way through.
You lick your lips again as you feel me seating the cords over your clit, ensuring that you will feel them slide every time you move. Your black thong is pretty and sexy but it offers little protection from the ropes that are splitting your cunt in half. After plucking the crotch-ropes like a harp string, ensuring that I have them properly placed and firmly snug I complete the cinch with a knot just below your tummy.
Slipping my finger under the newest ropes I pull them out just slightly to allow the small cylinder shaped object to be slipped underneath. With the twist of the end knob the vibe comes to life, buzzing directly on your clit; the vibrations of the small toy traveling between your legs along the length of the rope.
Your body arches as you respond to the vibe and I move back to the couch; picking up the remote and pressing the button reactivating the egg.
I watch you closely, licking your lips, flexing the muscles in your arms and legs, testing the cuffs and ropes that frustrate your movement. Suddenly, your hips arch and I know your next orgasm has been triggered. Laying on your side, quiet and still as you concentrate on the sensation building within you. I am aroused just watching you but refuse to touch myself because I know that if I do I will have to remove your ropes and take you and I won’t let myself spoil the day, yet.
Thumbing the remote again I switch the egg to a random pulse setting. That change, along with the steady buzz of the small tube pressed against your clit sends you over the edge. You roll and twist, your body spasming as the orgasm rolls through your body in waves. Your fingers flex and your toes curl and it makes me smile, knowing you are lost in your own world.
As you slowly begin to calm down, your orgasm reduced to small tremors I hear you softly asking me to let you go.
“Baby, please, come here, let me do something for you now” you whisper, rolling and testing your bonds, the steel links clinking together as you squirm.
I am tempted, as I always am, to release your legs and take you right there on the floor but not this time. Denying myself the pleasure I thumb the remote again, changing the pace of the vibrations as your body jerks , arching and preparing itself for another onslaught.
“OMG, no, please,” moaning as you roll on the pallet.
I can tell these are not the pleas of pain or discomfort, just a woman that has temporarily lost control of her destiny and is coming to grips with the fact that she has put her trust totally in the hands of the one man that loves her more than anything on this earth.
I can’t hear the TV but I’m not really that interested in the movie anymore. All I want to do is watch you enjoy your day inside, snow bound.
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