Lack of plans and a moment of weakness resulted in me agreeing with ex boyfriend for dinner on my birthday.
He picked me up. I wore a black crop top with a black skirt, nothing slutty per say but enough to keep his eyes glued to me during dinner. Afterwards we started driving and I’m like where we going? He said to his place. I protested a bit, why? .. he paused a bit.. well, for your birthday present.
When we arrived, in the living there was a bottle of goose and box with a blind fold and hand cuffs. My heart started racing but a couple of drinks helped calm my nerves.
We started kissing and making out for a while while. When I started taking my top off, he pulled away into the bedroom with the cuffs in his hands. A few moments latter I entered the bedroom with him laying on the bed, his dick all oiled up. Come take a seat he said while stroking himself.