This story took place a few weeks ago so I'm definitely forgetting / fudging some details…. Also this is my first time writing an erotic story and I suspect it shows.
Sometimes I get a craving. This was one of those times.
I fired off a text to my husband, "hey, are you okay with being tied up tonight?"
Then I went to get dressed up in a proper outfit. Black dress, black stockings, starker makeup than I usually wear. Not for the first time I wished I owned a proper pair of fuck me heels.
I still look fantastic though. I love my body… Time to stop groping myself while spacing out at the mirror.
Husband texted back "sure, but I'm kind of tired, so nothing too long, okay?"
Damn. Well, I don't care. I'll have fun anyway.
When he comes home I greet him with a smile.
"You look fantastic," he says, and swoops in for a kiss.
I duck away.
"No touching without permission," i say. "are you hungry? Do you need to eat first?"