Whisper That You Love Me - Sex Stories

Whisper That You Love Me

... “Promises, promises,” I laughed. “What did you have in mind?” “I don’t know. Tie you up and have my way with you?” “You know that’s not punishment,” I said. “It’s more like a reward.” “Well, if the food is as good as you say, you could get a reward.” “Do you want to tie me up and have your way with me, Cheryl?” “I might. It could be interesting.” “I can’t imagine there’s anything you’d want that I wouldn’t.” “I’ve got a couple of ideas.” “Like what?” “Take me to lunch and back to our apartment and we’ll find out.” We headed toward a crosswalk to cross over toward the tiny bistro I’d found. As we stood waiting for the light to change Cheryl gripped my arm tightly, and looking straight across the street said: “I’ve never seen you wear a tie. Do you have any ties?” “No,” I replied. “I don’t wear them.” “We’ll have to stop at a cheap women’s shop for some scarves, then.” “Whatever for?” I asked. “I’ve never seen you wear a scarf.” “Not for me, silly,” she said joyously. “To tie you up and have my way with you.” ++++ I stood naked in our bedroom, my cock fully engorged and my hand extended in front of me. Cheryl, also naked, was intently concentrating on wrapping my wrists together in one of the cheap scarves we’d purchase less than an hour before. She twisted the fabric around my wrists and looped it through itself. “It looks like you know what you’re doing,” I chuckled. “You must have done this before.” “I haven’t,” she assured me, “Which makes this all the more exciting. Sit ...

... down on the bed.” I sat as instructed. “Now lay across it with your head in the corner,” she directed. I had to smile at how serious she looked and the incongruity of her naked beauty as she held the scarf in her hands and moved around the bed. She bound it to some protrusion on the frame. I couldn’t see because she’d pull my arms over my head and was, in essence, tying the fabric behind me. “You’re enjoying this,” I accused her jokingly. “So are you, judging by the way your dick is standing up.” “You look sexy when you’re naked and taking charge,” I acknowledged. She stood over me, just above my head so that I could see her face above your delightfully full breasts. “Will you behave if I don’t tie down your ankles?” she asked. “Probably not,” I teased her. “Fine,” she stated, moving toward the shopping bag and withdrawing two more scarves. She wrapped one around my right ankle and then disappeared from my sight as she knelt to secure it to the bed frame. She repeated the activity with my left ankle and I was securely bound to the bed. She stood at the corner, between my legs. I could just see her over the crown of my own cock as she surveyed her work with a self-satisfied grin. “Now what?” I asked. “Now,” she said, with and evil grin, kneeling between my legs and crawling up the bed, “I’m going to have my way with you.” “What does that even mean?” I asked with another chuckle. Cheryl leaned down and planted her lips over mine. I felt her tongue probe into my mouth and the warm ...