| Author: | Jack Stratton | ISBN: | 9781508069331 |
| Publisher: | Writing Dirty Books | Publication: | March 16, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Jack Stratton |
| ISBN: | 9781508069331 |
| Publisher: | Writing Dirty Books |
| Publication: | March 16, 2017 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Slowly waking up in the morning, two lovers play a new game. Bondage, rough sex, and erotic facesitting.
Excerpt:
When she clicked shut the first cuff on my wrist, I raised an eyebrow. She gave me innocent eyes; I yawned. She lazily walked around the bed and pulled my other hand into the other handcuff. Then she made her way to the foot of the bed and found the rope I’d left there. I looked down, straining my neck a bit as she tried to approximate the knot I’d made around her ankles a few hours before. I wasn’t sure how accurate it was, but I couldn’t pull my legs free.
She pulled the blanket and the sheet off of me and I felt, suddenly, the weight of my powerlessness. She looked down at me with her hands on her hips, naked, smiling, planning.
“Are you ready to earn your coffee?” she said with a challenging glint in her eye.
“It’ll be cold by then,” I answered calmly.
She rolled her eyes and knelt on the bed next to me.
The slap was, to be honest, a little too hard and a little too close to my ear. The world swam and spun for a moment.
Slowly waking up in the morning, two lovers play a new game. Bondage, rough sex, and erotic facesitting.
Excerpt:
When she clicked shut the first cuff on my wrist, I raised an eyebrow. She gave me innocent eyes; I yawned. She lazily walked around the bed and pulled my other hand into the other handcuff. Then she made her way to the foot of the bed and found the rope I’d left there. I looked down, straining my neck a bit as she tried to approximate the knot I’d made around her ankles a few hours before. I wasn’t sure how accurate it was, but I couldn’t pull my legs free.
She pulled the blanket and the sheet off of me and I felt, suddenly, the weight of my powerlessness. She looked down at me with her hands on her hips, naked, smiling, planning.
“Are you ready to earn your coffee?” she said with a challenging glint in her eye.
“It’ll be cold by then,” I answered calmly.
She rolled her eyes and knelt on the bed next to me.
The slap was, to be honest, a little too hard and a little too close to my ear. The world swam and spun for a moment.
