Two Beautiful Puddles On One Man's Floor

**EROTICA** Contains Mature Themes

As we drove home from the restaurant, your hand on my knee, I had little doubt how the rest of the evening would progress. Over appetizers, you had expressed your needs. I listened as you spoke of restraint, pain, and surrender. Familiar themes. When salads arrived, I assured you I would treasure your gift, and explained its meaning to me. Our entrées were served, and we smiled, shared, clinked glasses, and reminisced. Your smile when chewing is dearly cherished. I asked you to move your chair beside me, so we could share our dessert of raspberry torte. I fed you each bite, and that of my own. As you looked in my eyes, I glimpsed a part of your soul, and you averted my gaze. I signed the check, and we thanked our server. We spilled onto the sidewalk, arm in arm, laughing and smiling, into the humid night.
I pulled into the driveway and extinguished the lights. I took your face in my palm, and told you that I will be taking whatever I please. I swung the door open, and pushed you inside. You whimpered when the deadbolt slammed home. I unzipped the amazing sleeveless black dress you were wearing. It slowly fell from your frame, in a beautiful puddle on the floor.

I ordered you to fall to your knees. Removing my jacket and tossing it aside, I took off my tie, and gagged you from behind. A groan of dread and passion heaved from inside you. I walked to the bureau and slid from its drawer, the paisley scarf which would blind your eyes. I purposely left your handcuffs behind. Folding the scarf, and closing out the light, I noticed your breathing had slowed. Back to the bureau, slowly, a bit sardonically. I gathered your fur-lined cuffs, and shook them a bit, knowing you would hear. The whimper you emitted sang like song to me. Your breathing increased and sang the songs chorus. I slid the belt from out of its loops, and brought it to my nose. I savored that scent I love, then brought it down across your back. Once over, and once again. Each strike and the wait between, the rythmic dance of our own.
Once, and again. Until teardrops fall, and you lie in front of me, a beautiful puddle on the floor.

Reviews

[Wild Rose]

Don't go in for bondage _ normally _ think I would have impaled her on my swollen pleasure stick

[Bunni]

Yes. Amazing. Puddle in my seat.

[Carson Kramer]

Thank you, dear girl. I'm pleased you enjoyed this.