Carol has prepared a special surprise for John…herself, naked, blindfolded and handcuffed to the bed, waiting for her husband to find and ravish her. There’s just one problem – John’s not coming home tonight. Tied and helpless, Carol tries to get her hunky, ex-military neighbor to come and help her out. Surely he would never take advantage of his sexy neighbor’s predicament…or would he? This erotic short story...
Carol has prepared a special surprise for John…herself, naked, blindfolded and handcuffed to the bed, waiting for her husband to find and ravish her.
There’s just one problem – John’s not coming home tonight.
Tied and helpless, Carol tries to get her hunky, ex-military neighbor to come and help her out. Surely he would never take advantage of his sexy neighbor’s predicament…or would he?
This erotic short story of approx. 5,000 words contains hot, kinky sex between a dominant older man and a hot young wife who’s gotten herself into a sticky situation.
I took one last look around the room. There was still time to change my mind.
The handcuffs were waiting for me where I’d left them, at the head of the bed, looped around the central metal bar of the bed frame. The steel and chrome gleamed in the dim light that shone through the heavy curtains. Another pair of silk scarves would have been more comfortable, or maybe some of those wide leather cuffs I had seen in the shop where I got the handcuffs – the ones that buckled around your wrist like a tiny leather belt. But, even if they would have been more comfortable, there’s something wonderfully absolute about handcuffs. Nothing else would give me quite the same feeling of being bound and helpless, and utterly at John’s mercy. Besides, scarfs and buckles would be easy enough to get out of, if I wanted to, and that would have been cheating.
I had placed the handcuff key on my nightstand. After I tied the blindfold over my eyes, I would lie down, arms above my head, my naked body stretched down the middle of the bed.
The scarves at my ankles kept my legs spread wide apart, leaving me totally on display. When I was ready, I would find the handcuffs by feel, then fasten them around my wrists.
I wanted John to find me like this – tied down, blindfolded and helpless, his to do with as he wished, indulging his naughtiest desires.
I’d been reading a series of books recently that featured some pretty kinky sex, and a week or so ago the idea of tonight’s little game had snuck into my mind and just wouldn’t leave. I kept thinking about it, my imagination getting more and more detailed and elaborate, fantasizing about all the things John would do to me, and how it would feel to be totally helpless before him.
Finally I had given in.
I’d texted John earlier, telling him it was important to come straight home because I had an important surprise in store for him. I knew he would understand – that was our code for one of our special sessions that could last the whole weekend, if I were lucky. John had very quickly called me back to say he was on his way home, and would be here in about fifteen minutes.
I thought about waiting to cuff myself until I heard his car in the driveway, but I wanted the anticipation. I wanted to know what it would be like to wait there, helpless in the darkness of the blindfold, knowing that my lover was coming, and that he would be able to do anything he wanted with me – anything at all.
That’s why I had left the key on the nightstand, instead of within reach of my cuffed hands – so that, once I was handcuffed, I wouldn’t have any choice. I would be stuck until John came home and ravished me.
I been thinking about this moment all week, and I was already raring to go. After being tied up and helpless for fifteen minutes, I knew I would be desperately horny, and I was looking forward to sharing that with my wonderful husband.
I took a deep breath and placed the black silk scarf carefully over my eyes, making sure I couldn’t see a thing, then tied it firmly.
I lay down, stretching my arms above my head, my fingers fumbling at the bed frame until I found the cold metal handcuffs waiting for me.
I carefully fastened the first cuff, making sure it was tight enough to be secure, but not too tight.
The sound of the second cuff closing around my wrist was harsh and final. Now I was completely committed, with no turning back.
I write erotica, often with a BDSM kink.
I was born in Chicago in the 80s (no, I'm not telling you what year - a girl has to have some secrets).
I was always a bit of a wild child. My stories are mostly about good girls who end up submitting to dominant, older men. (Autobiographical? Who, me?)
I try to write my sex raunchy, and make the situations and characters believable. For me, if there's no build-up, or I read something and think, "But, she wouldn't do that!" then it kills the experience.
I write about encounters and situations that turn me on and get me hot. Some of them are (loosely) based on things that really happened, others are based on things I only wish had happened!