I think I’m getting addicted to writing these stories. I mean, no one talks about sex and if you’re a bit of a freak, you get that side eye. So here’s a short one from last night and a bit of a visual of me.
Last night, I was in a mood (surprise). I found the handcuffs and quickly bound one of my wrists with it to the bedpost before my husband walked in. When he did, he gave me that devil grin and cuffed the other. Then he got undressed and climbed into bed. I should have known to ask first. “You didn’t think this through”, he said, “I can leave you like that all night.” “You wouldn’t, my wrists would hurt.” “You’ll be fine.” He turns to his side and pinches my nipples. He rubs my clit. I’m buzzed and moaning already. I go to kiss him but he nuzzles his head into my neck instead. I’m dripping at the thought of being left there all night, knowing the agony it would cause. I’ll be honest, what happens next is a bit fuzzy. That is, until he climbed on top of me, and started to fuck me hard. My head is hitting the bed post, my arms restrained. He reaches down to choke me, and I’m in heaven. He can feel me about to climax, but before I do, he covers my face, tits and tummy in his cum. Last night, he didn’t wipe me off. He left me like that, covered in his cum, and cuffed to the bedpost. His head nuzzled into my neck again, he asks me how hard it’s going to be for me to sleep, and strokes my swollen clit. I say, “Really hard, Daddy.” He kisses me goodnight.