*First erotica. Wrote this for my sexting partner as a birthday gift many months back. Hope you like it.*
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The lights were off, heavy rain smashing on the window, closed room illuminating with the occasional thunder despite the drawn curtains and a slow, relaxing music humming through the speakers that he arranged for her. As she lay on bed, under the blanket, unable to move. Her wrists tied firmly to upper corners of bed, her ankles to the lower ones. A black sleep mask covering her eyes, mouth gagged with her own panty from last night and a thin stole tied around. Despite wearing a long tshirt, she hadn’t felt exposed like this ever. Its been almost 2 hours since he tied her and then left the room. She was growing desperate, nervous and above all, highly aroused.
She came to her senses as key clicked into the doorlock. The door opened slowly and a lovely sight welcomed him inside. She was exactly how he left her, obviously. He walked in, not saying a word and started removing his wet clothes before walking to bed.