I’m sick at home and filled up with a weekend’s of pent-up sexual frustration that are finally bubbling to the surface, so I thought I’d torture myself by reliving one of the hottest fantasies I’ve ever been able to fulfill.
A woman I had been seeing had a bondage and sensory-deprivation kink, and over a few hours we worked out the details to make it happen. It was late afternoon on a Saturday and she was laying on our bed, topless but in panties, and I’d just slid a black sleep mask over her eyes. I secured one of her wrists to the bedframe with thick straps, and I tightened it enough that she couldn’t move her arm, but not tight enough to be uncomfortable. Before I secured her other wrist, I reached over her other hand and intertwined our fingers and leaned down to kiss her. It was soft and deep, and we stayed like that for only a minute before I felt her other wrist straining against the bedframe to try to touch me. I pinned her other hand to the bed, give her a final peck on the lips, and secured that wrist to the bedframe too.