Dear Mr. Bondage,
Ah those times I sharply sucked in my breath. You, looking at me with a half-smile and focused on my face and intensified breathing while tying my ankles to the bed. It was the combination of tightening the rope and my audible breath that turned us both on. Me, having no idea what you were going to do to me, and after being blindfolded straining to get audible clues of where and how you would touch me. Being tied up and aroused took my mind off the fact that I didn’t actually find you that interesting, and that I was never going to fall in love with you.
The morning after our third date we lay in bed and talked about our turn-ons and what was still on our sexual bucket list. Continue reading