The Blindfold Game - Sex Stories

The Blindfold Game

... planned on letting him get away. Her logic was right. Marc was total marriage material. It was just that… having been a bit of a bad girl my whole life, and being really sexually adventurous during my early university years, my sex life with Marc had become rather stable, and maybe just a little boring. I still loved being with him, but everything had become so predictable and so relegated to the bedroom. Marc had never been one for spontaneous sex, and so, most of the time, I knew that after a party or a night out, we’d come home, brush our teeth, get into bed, and then reach for each other as though on auto-pilot. It was almost as thought the script had been written out for us ahead of time and we were just mindlessly following along. I had tried asking Marc about his previous sexual adventures, but I quickly realized that there had been nothing particularly shocking or unusual in his past. He had wholesome girlfriends, he played football, and he was a great stand-up guy. There were no threesomes or fetishes or wild sex stories in his past. I had always been aware of this, and uneasily so, because it made me feel like I had to hide so much of my own history. He still didn’t know about my bisexual experiences, or the threesomes and crazy vacation sex hook-ups that I’d enjoyed before we’d met. And I didn’t want him to see me “that way”. I wanted him to see me as a good girl... the kind of girl he could envision marrying one day. But on that dark, rainy Sunday morning, I ...

... couldn’t help but want to probe, just a little. Part of me wondered if Marc maybe did have an edge and was hiding it for the same reasons I was. Those were my secret hopes, anyway. “Well what did you have in mind?” he asked, after a long silence. I could tell from the tone in his voice that he was still slightly offended by my reference to ‘vanilla sex’. “I just thought that… I don’t know… maybe we could surprise each other one night. Maybe we could try a little role-play. Maybe I could dress up… Or you could tie me up.” “Tie you up? You’re into that? Like ball-gags and gimp masks and all that shit?” “No,” I laughed, suddenly feeling ridiculous. “I’m just thinking it could be fun to spice things up.” “Right.” “Baby, I’m not saying this because I don’t absolutely love being with you. I just thought it might make things a little more fun.” There was another long baited silence. I was going to make a joke about hearing ‘crickets chirping’ in order to break the awkward tension of the moment, but he spoke, and quickly surprised me with what he said. “Maybe. I mean I guess we could try.” “Really?” I cried, almost too eagerly. He turned on his side, and suddenly his blue eyes were sparkling. “Maybe I’ll surprise you for our anniversary next week.” I smiled, excited that he was getting into it. “Do you have something in mind already?” “No”, he said. “Not yet. But I’ll think of something. I’ll just have to put some thought into it first. And I guess I can always ask some of the guys for ...