*My stories always include a little real life and a little fantasy. Enjoy. Any feedback is appreciated. :)*
It was one of those winter storms that lasted for hours and all you could see was white. Gwen was out in the woods visiting Scott, an old friend and ex-lover. The temperature in the cottage was dropping, but luckily he was equipped with a wood stove and enough candles to keep the room somewhat lit. Scott was fetching some wine and came out to see Gwen shivering by the fire. He set the wine down and brought a rocking chair for her to sit in front of the fire. Once she was settled, he handed her some wine and disappeared again. When he reappeared, Scott had a bowl along with some rope and some towels… what was he up to, she wondered. He approached her and asked if she trusted him. “Implicitly”, she replied. He grinned. “Have another sip of wine and put your glass down”, he implored her. She followed his instructions. “Now, place your hands on each end of the arm rest”.. she looked up at him with a spark in her eye. He proceeded to tie each wrist the the chair, not too tightly, but enough so she couldnt get free. He dropped to his knees in front of her and explained he had another method to warm her other than the fire. Gwen peeked at the bowl and it appeared to be a bowl of oil. She got excited. He had big strong hands and knew how to use them. Scott pulled the blanket up to just cover her knees. He dipped his hands in the oil and gently rubbed up and down her legs. He dipped his hands in again and took a moment to cover her feet in oil keeping the second in his hand. He massaged all the knots out using his thumbs and gently wiggled the tension out of her red painted toes. He worked his way up to her ankles and calves. Gwen was in ecstacy. Scott picked up her other foot and did the same to that side. He paused to help Gwen sip some wine out of her glass. He then lifted her legs onto the arms of the chair and helped her move her bottom to the edge of the chair. She was spread open and on display. She already had a puddle beneath her. Using the same rope from her hands, he tied her thighs down. She was still wearing her panties, but he made quick work of removing those. He pulled the crotch away from her body, gently brushing his fingers against her cunt and delicately cut her panties off. Gwen was quivering with anticipation. He stood up to take in the scene. Christ, she was sexy. He started to unbutton his shirt and let her watch him undress. “You’re torturing me”, she whispered under her breathe. He smiled like a Cheshire cat. “Comfy?”, he asked and Gwen nodded. He kissed her deeply whilst his hands were busy with her breasts. “Please, touch my pussy”, she begged of him. He touched his forehead to hers and started to work on her G spot.. she was already soaking wet and it didn’t take long until she was squealing. Her arms and legs fought against the ropes as she came. He wanted her to make more noises; onto his knees he went. He rocked the chair a little while making casual conversation, his face an inch away from her sopping wet pussy. Gwen was going mad with desire. “Put your mouth on me, please!”, she yelped. That’s all he was waiting for. He covered her muff with his mouth. “Mmmmm, yes”, was all she could muster. He was magic at that. She couldn’t grab his head or thrust herself at his face, but he used the chair to rock her snatch into him. “Dont stop whatever you’re doing!”, she cried. The shuddering started and she came again. This time he drank all her juices. After making her cum a few more times using various methods, he wanted his turn. He slid his cock into her red and swollen pussy. They both let out a groan. He used the rocking chair to rock her back and forth at his own pace to get himself to the edge until he finally burst. He stayed inside her to catch his breath, his cock pulsing still. He pulled out a knife and asked, “shall I untie you?”.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/dycfkc/a_snowy_night_mf_light_bondage