1. A Rough Night


    Date: 9/5/2017, Categories: Fiction BDSM Bondage and restriction Domination/submission Hardcore Male Domination, Male/Female Spanking, Written by women Author: BananaAnn, Source: sexstories.com

    I sat on the edge of the bed, biting my nail and ruining the smooth polish I had applied earlier. The red of the digital clock illuminated the dark room and my lashes fluttered as the clock display switched to 10:39. On February 14th at 10:39, I finally admitted to myself that I would spend the entire day alone. I should just go to bed. I sighed. I thought of the last time we had been together as I pulled open the drawer to the nightstand. I thought of how he had slowly stripped my clothes off, how his hands had felt on my body, and how he had fucked my brains out on this very bed. My hand clamored around in the drawer because I had hid my vibrator on the bottom. I had been determined to wait for him, but now I was giving up. I pulled out a few naughty items I had collected over the years and set them on the bed next to me. My fingers hit the hard wood of the bottom of the drawer and I cursed at myself in the dark, scrounging around for my damn vibrator. A door clicked and light flooded the room. I gasped and my cheeks flushed with guilt as I turned around, trying to hide the vibrator from view. The crisp white of his uniform was in stark contrast to his dark skin, but it was the heat in his eyes as he smiled at me that made me swallow hard as the vibrator slipped from my hand to the floor. “You made it.” It took his long legs only two strides to walk to the bed. He leaned forward so he could reach over and touch the side of my face. I nuzzled my cheek into his palm and he ...
    ... threaded his fingers through my hair. “I’m very glad I made it. I almost thought I was going to miss seeing you on Valentine’s Day.” I licked my lips, unsure of what to say back. I had waited all day for him, worried that he wouldn’t show up. Just a few minutes ago, I had decided to give up on waiting, but now here he was. He picked up a couple of things from the pile of toys I had dumped on the bed. He moved aside a deck of cards with dirty foreplay ideas and picked up a piece of silky rope. He smirked over at me, “Have you ever used this?” “N-no. I have just acquired things. You know, curiosity, girl parties. . . “ He raised an eyebrow at me, “Girl parties?” I nodded, “Yeah. It’s where a bunch of women get together, drink wine, and listen to a lady try to sell sex toys.” His eyebrow remained quirked so I wasn’t sure if my explanation had cleared anything up for him. Instead of responding, he unraveled the rope and smiled, “I guess I could try some sailor’s knots on you.” I met his eyes, trying to gauge the seriousness of his proposal. His gaze didn’t waver from mine while he patiently waited for my response. After a quiet moment, he set down the rope and shrugged. “Okay. I’m just kidding.” A small part of me was disappointed. I hadn’t pictured him ever asking about anything as kinky as bondage but now that he had, I was curious. Why hadn’t I just said something? It was him. He was overwhelming. I hadn’t seen him in so long but now he was here and his eyes were filled with ...
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