The Blindfold Game - Sex Stories

The Blindfold Game

“Have you ever had any… kinky fantasies?” I asked my boyfriend one day. We were lying in bed together one Sunday morning, still breathing hard from our last orgasms. The rain was coming down outside, and it was a perfect day to spend wrestling in the sheets, and enjoying the inherent laziness of the day. Marc, my boyfriend of the past three years, rose up on one elbow. “Well, that depends. What do you mean by kinky?” I grinned and rolled over to face him. “You know… something you’ve always wanted to try. Something other than vanilla sex.” “Vanilla sex?” He laughed, but I could tell he was a little hurt. “I didn’t know this was all vanilla to you”. “It’s not!” I said, quickly backtracking. “But you know what I mean… have you ever wanted to try something different? Maybe something you’ve read about or seen in a porn video, and never really had the chance to experiment with”. He shrugged and he fell back on his pillow. I could tell he was in deep contemplation over how he was supposed to respond. I quickly realized that I should have known better than to put him on the spot. Marc’s collection of pornography had always been very straight and mainstream, with the occasional girl-on-girl action, and barely-legal thrown into the mix. I sank back against the sheets, afraid that he might think that I had some kind of closet deviant tendencies that I had been keeping hidden up until then. We hadn’t really talked much about sex during our relationship. The fact that it was happening ...

... regularly and that it was pretty good overall, seemed to be enough for both of us. I was 24 years old, and Marc was my first serious boyfriend. We had met at university during a sorority/frat mixer. He was an athlete, and had the tall, broad shouldered good looks that had me weak at the knees almost from day one. It had been easy enough to catch his attention at that party. I had been wearing the shortest little skirt, and had gone braless in a sexy new white halter-top. I had dressed for that party very quickly and hadn’t realized that the fabric was almost transparent. The outline of my nipples was obviously visible to anyone that might have given me a second glance. While I had been getting more than my usual share of attention at that party, I had been pretty clueless about it, until Marc walked up to me and whispered the nature of my accidental display into my ear. I had been so embarrassed that he took off his jacket, and let me wear it for the rest of the night. That’s when I knew he was a good guy. And after having dated a string of bad-boys, I realized it was maybe time to take some well-meaning advice and try a different kind of guy. The three years of our relationship had been amazing. Marc was a perfect boyfriend in almost every way. He treated me like a princess, he was doting and generous, and my friends and family absolutely adored him. “He’s a keeper Jenna,” my mom had said when she met him at a family BBQ. “Don’t let this one get away.” And its not that I ...