She sent me a message tonight.
“I think my cervix is bruised. How’s that for flirting?”
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It was my last night in New York, for a little while anyway, and we were certainly making the most of it. We had already fucked twice that day, and we were lying in bed, goofing around on our phones, and just generally enjoying each other’s company.
“I was thinking maybe you might want to tie me up?” she said, mock-innocently.
She had a nice length of blue rope that I hadn’t used yet. Longer and thinner than the ropes I’d used on her in the past, so I could get a little more creative.
“Stand up”, I ordered. She did, and I stripped off her t-shirt and panties.
I grabbed the rope, and began running through my hands, finding the ends and the centerpoint. As I did, she got a dreamy look in her eyes. she has frequently described the feeling she gets when I tie her up as “sex hypnosis”, and I could easily see it taking hold of her.