| Author: | Vivi Adair | ISBN: | 9781476239026 |
| Publisher: | Vivi Adair | Publication: | April 24, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Vivi Adair |
| ISBN: | 9781476239026 |
| Publisher: | Vivi Adair |
| Publication: | April 24, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Becky's afternoon takes a turn for the kinky when a quick stop for a latte leads to her first foray into bondage. Letting her hunger for thrills guide her, she follows the tall, dark, smoking-hot stranger home where he blindfolds her, straps her to a ladder and gives her a delicious taste of the world of bdsm: silk binds, rope ties and big, fat dildos.
This 4200-word m/f story includes light bdsm, spanking, blindfolds, bondage, sex toys and inventive uses for lip gloss!
Excerpt:
The first thing that struck her nostrils was the sharp ammonia pinch of smelling salts. Becky reared her head back with a BANG! as she konked her skull against metal. What the hell? she wondered, dazed. And then she remembered.
She squirmed a bit, straining against her binds, wanting instinctively to rub the back of her head where it had impacted the ladder rung she'd struck. The ladder rattled and complained with her struggle, but the binds held. Then, moving her fingers down to feel the binds around her wrists, she was delighted to feel them brush against soft fabric. Silk, she thought. How sweet. A smile spread across her lips. She wished she could see him. Was he even in the room?
A low shuffling of foot fall struck her ears. It was true what they said, she thought, the blind—even the temporarily blind-folded—have heightened senses. Or perhaps it wasn't the blindfold heightening her senses at all. Maybe it was the rush of blood coursing through her veins, racing through her circulatory system, flushing her cheeks, warming her. She had done it. Taken the plunge. And he was so [f'ing] cute.
Not the word. Hot. He was hot. Smoking, as they say. […]
Just then, pinned to the ladder, she felt his hot breath against her neck. It startled her from her reverie, this closeness, the heat of his breath, his skin, his presence, so close to her naked form, when she had not even known he was there. She jumped a bit, trembling with excitement. “Hey,” he said simply.
“Hi,” she said meekly. What happens next? she wondered. In situations like these? Is he going to kiss me? She angled out her face, lips slightly puckered, waiting. He laughed. It was a low, satisfied laugh. Not mean, just pleased. Amused, even. A soft, light feeling ran down the side of her neck, down her cleavage, then slid across her abdomen. A feather? More silk? Whatever it was, it was delicious. She strained against her bonds, arching her body out to follow the feeling, and felt herself go wet.
Becky's afternoon takes a turn for the kinky when a quick stop for a latte leads to her first foray into bondage. Letting her hunger for thrills guide her, she follows the tall, dark, smoking-hot stranger home where he blindfolds her, straps her to a ladder and gives her a delicious taste of the world of bdsm: silk binds, rope ties and big, fat dildos.
This 4200-word m/f story includes light bdsm, spanking, blindfolds, bondage, sex toys and inventive uses for lip gloss!
Excerpt:
The first thing that struck her nostrils was the sharp ammonia pinch of smelling salts. Becky reared her head back with a BANG! as she konked her skull against metal. What the hell? she wondered, dazed. And then she remembered.
She squirmed a bit, straining against her binds, wanting instinctively to rub the back of her head where it had impacted the ladder rung she'd struck. The ladder rattled and complained with her struggle, but the binds held. Then, moving her fingers down to feel the binds around her wrists, she was delighted to feel them brush against soft fabric. Silk, she thought. How sweet. A smile spread across her lips. She wished she could see him. Was he even in the room?
A low shuffling of foot fall struck her ears. It was true what they said, she thought, the blind—even the temporarily blind-folded—have heightened senses. Or perhaps it wasn't the blindfold heightening her senses at all. Maybe it was the rush of blood coursing through her veins, racing through her circulatory system, flushing her cheeks, warming her. She had done it. Taken the plunge. And he was so [f'ing] cute.
Not the word. Hot. He was hot. Smoking, as they say. […]
Just then, pinned to the ladder, she felt his hot breath against her neck. It startled her from her reverie, this closeness, the heat of his breath, his skin, his presence, so close to her naked form, when she had not even known he was there. She jumped a bit, trembling with excitement. “Hey,” he said simply.
“Hi,” she said meekly. What happens next? she wondered. In situations like these? Is he going to kiss me? She angled out her face, lips slightly puckered, waiting. He laughed. It was a low, satisfied laugh. Not mean, just pleased. Amused, even. A soft, light feeling ran down the side of her neck, down her cleavage, then slid across her abdomen. A feather? More silk? Whatever it was, it was delicious. She strained against her bonds, arching her body out to follow the feeling, and felt herself go wet.
