Was chatting to a guy called Tom on POF and he mentioned that he used to write a few short stories at Uni, and said if I gave him a topic or single word, he would write a short story about it. I gave him the word ‘bondage’ and here’s what he wrote for me! :)
The scent and sweat of a nightclub are intoxicating at three in the morning. She found him and their mouths met, grasping and pulling at one another with warm wet kisses. Time passed by and they found themselves falling out of the club and then holding one another in a Taxi cab as they glided through the lights and pouring rain of the London Night.
She fumbled with the keys at the door to her flat, gently holding onto his open shirt and stroking his chest hair. He pressed her against the door, his trousers full and aching. She loved the sensation of being trapped up against him, as he stroked her hair and reached his fingers down to her thighs.
She finally found the lock and they fell inside the room together. She took his hand and gently led him into her bedroom. The blue mellow lighting of her room cast shadows all over the walls and floor. Looking around he could see all manor of toys and devices lining her cupboards. As she kissed him on the bed, she unbuttoned his shirt, making her way down his chest, he was shivering with pleasure as her blond hair fell over his nasal and she moved down onto his aching member. She kissed his bulging trousers, and then looked up cheekily with her deep blue eyes. She hopped off the bed, “don’t move a muscle” she smiled. Fumbling in her dresser she produced a thin nylon cord “close your eyes”, she whispered.
Wrapping the cord around his wrists, the man was shivering even more now. He had never played this game before. The rope was tight around his wrists and ankles, causing a slight pain, but pleasurable pain. His aching cock was becoming unbearable now. She licked her dark red lips and then slid down onto him; gently pulling his trousers off and kissing the thick tip of his penis through his trunks. Unable to move his arms, he could only writhe and moan. She gently pulled his boxers open and reaching inside teased his cock with her small pale hands. She could feel his hips rising and falling with her strokes, and his frustration rising. She moved up and sat straddling his chest and began to slowly undress from on-top of him. She unzipped her dress which fell away at the shoulders, revealing a small tasselled bra. She pressed her soft chest towards his face and he just gasped and moving his neck forwards, gently kissed at her breasts. She moved back again and stood up, pulling her dress down fully to reveal a tiny black thong. She lowered herself onto his penis, which was still constrained by his boxers, to gently rub herself back and forth against it. She knew how big it could get if she kept teasing it, and the thought of it riding inside of her made her wet against her thong as she reached down to stroke herself.