Trubbycat
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Hi all,
I have a new story that should be ready to share in a few days. Not sure how to classify it but it is a loving bondage/teasing scenario. There is some humor in it as well. After so long away from writing I'm enjoying the process and hope you enjoy the results!
here's a sample:
There were times when she absolutely hated her husband.
The windows were open after a seemingly endless winter. A delicious April breeze wafted into the room, bringing with it the scent of young flowers and goosebumps on her naked flesh.
She wasn’t really uncomfortable; although she was tied spreadeagle across their four poster bed, there was just enough slack in the ropes to allow some movement and avoid cramping. The soft leather blindfold darkened her world, and she alternated between retreating dreamily into herself and snapping alert at any sound or movement she perceived.
He had entered the bedroom several times since tying her up, not speaking as he opened and closed drawers and rummaged through the closet. She had been patient, waiting silently for something to happen, but the minutes dragged on and there was nothing. How long had it been... thirty minutes? An hour? Two?
The fourth time he came in she stiffened in anticipation. When he finally sat down on the bed her heart felt as if it would burst out of her chest. She was certain that whatever he had planned was imminent.
But there was nothing.
She squirmed in frustration. The ropes kept her exactly where he wanted her. A frustrated groan rose from her throat and she could keep quiet no longer. “Goddamn it, is something going to happen here tonight or not?” she demanded.
Her body arched off the bed when he pinched her left nipple powerfully. “Hush.”
“Ow ow ow ow,” she protested, but her thighs were already trying to clamp together.
“I just had to finish some things before I came up,” he said as he softened his grip and began rubbing her nipple, teasing it to a rock hard state. She hated/loved this and he knew it. His hand swooped outward and cupped and squeezed her breast. “I had to load the dishwasher and take out the trash.” She was relaxing under his touch, and was sharply brought back to alertness by another pinch. “By the way, the laundry is put away for the week.”
The pain fueled her arousal. Short bursts of breath puffed out of her before she could manage a hoarse, “Thanks.”
”No problem,” he replied, and unexpectedly pulled away. She felt his weight shift away from her.
More minutes dragged. She knew he was there. “Hello?”
“Yes, hon?”
“I... I could really use a little attention here.”
“I know, but I’m almost done with this chapter.”
She almost blew a gasket. “You’re reading a fucking BOOK while I’m all tied up here?!!”
She heard him turn a page loudly as he teased, “Well, it’s a really good book.”
I have a new story that should be ready to share in a few days. Not sure how to classify it but it is a loving bondage/teasing scenario. There is some humor in it as well. After so long away from writing I'm enjoying the process and hope you enjoy the results!
here's a sample:
There were times when she absolutely hated her husband.
The windows were open after a seemingly endless winter. A delicious April breeze wafted into the room, bringing with it the scent of young flowers and goosebumps on her naked flesh.
She wasn’t really uncomfortable; although she was tied spreadeagle across their four poster bed, there was just enough slack in the ropes to allow some movement and avoid cramping. The soft leather blindfold darkened her world, and she alternated between retreating dreamily into herself and snapping alert at any sound or movement she perceived.
He had entered the bedroom several times since tying her up, not speaking as he opened and closed drawers and rummaged through the closet. She had been patient, waiting silently for something to happen, but the minutes dragged on and there was nothing. How long had it been... thirty minutes? An hour? Two?
The fourth time he came in she stiffened in anticipation. When he finally sat down on the bed her heart felt as if it would burst out of her chest. She was certain that whatever he had planned was imminent.
But there was nothing.
She squirmed in frustration. The ropes kept her exactly where he wanted her. A frustrated groan rose from her throat and she could keep quiet no longer. “Goddamn it, is something going to happen here tonight or not?” she demanded.
Her body arched off the bed when he pinched her left nipple powerfully. “Hush.”
“Ow ow ow ow,” she protested, but her thighs were already trying to clamp together.
“I just had to finish some things before I came up,” he said as he softened his grip and began rubbing her nipple, teasing it to a rock hard state. She hated/loved this and he knew it. His hand swooped outward and cupped and squeezed her breast. “I had to load the dishwasher and take out the trash.” She was relaxing under his touch, and was sharply brought back to alertness by another pinch. “By the way, the laundry is put away for the week.”
The pain fueled her arousal. Short bursts of breath puffed out of her before she could manage a hoarse, “Thanks.”
”No problem,” he replied, and unexpectedly pulled away. She felt his weight shift away from her.
More minutes dragged. She knew he was there. “Hello?”
“Yes, hon?”
“I... I could really use a little attention here.”
“I know, but I’m almost done with this chapter.”
She almost blew a gasket. “You’re reading a fucking BOOK while I’m all tied up here?!!”
She heard him turn a page loudly as he teased, “Well, it’s a really good book.”
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