From Valentine's Day (M/F)... | 2016

My boyfriend wrote this for a forum after our Valentine's night fun:

I texted her while she was at work and let her know that there would be a package on her steps from me when she got home from work, but not to open it... just put it on her bed for me. That night, when she opened the door, I realized that no matter how much I thought about her, memories fell utterly short of the truth of how beautiful she is. Every time I see her, I'm surprised by how lovely she is. I nearly ran up her steps and through her door, and dropped the backpack I had brought with me just inside.

Tonight, she had put on a sexy, tight skirt and blouse, and I slid my hands over her hips as I came through her door. She nearly leapt into my arms as I kissed her, and her tongue sought mine hungrily as she kissed me back. "Should we just go upstairs?" she asked, and I said yes, but couldn't take my lips off of her long enough to go to her room. Finally I grabbed her long dark hair and spun her around. Her hands were on either side of the front door window as I sunk to my knees and pushed the stretchy black skirt over her hips. She stepped gingerly out of her panties and I attacked her, gripping her ass tightly and spreading it apart as I roughly forced my face into her already moist pussy.

My tongue darted in and out of her, and she moaned and arched her back. The cheeks of her ass wrapped around my face, and I wrapped my arms around her legs and pulled her back into me. I sucked her lips into my mouth and let them slip slowly out of my mouth, squeezing them with my lips as they did. My mouth drew her clit in between my lips and my tongue teased circles around it. Her legs quivered and shivers shot up and down her spine as I pleasured her, and her juices poured down my chin like fresh honey flowing from the comb. I pressed her against the door with my left forearm as I held her by the hair. She moaned and pressed her cheek against the glass of the door, and I slid my right thumb into her moist pussy. Pressing down into her G-spot with my thumb, I rubbed her clit with my fingers and shoved my tongue deep into her ass, making her claw at the door and groan in pleasure.

I couldn't take it anymore, so I stood up and undid my belt with my right hand. In my left hand was a fistful of her hair, and I pressed her face against the window while I freed my throbbing cock. She grinned wickedly at me before snapping back into character and pleading with me to be gentle with her. I used my foot to tap her legs, signaling her to step back from the door and spread her legs. I quietly spit into my hand and quickly coated my hard cock with saliva before pulling her hair hard and entering her completely in one sudden thrust. She gasped and her arms quivered, but I pulled her hair down hard and began fucking her hard before she had a chance to relax.

My shirt kept getting in the way so we tore off everything below our waists and nearly ran upstairs. I watched her go up in front of me, as I always did, so I could admire the sexy sway in her ass as she climbed the stairs to her bedroom. She had no idea what was in store for her next. I had brought the backpack. She had glanced at it as we climbed the stairs, but she didn't ask. She knew I wouldn't tell her anyway.

I had left my scarf with her, asking her to sleep with it. Tonight, I wanted the scarf, but not for its scent. I folded it in half, covered her eyes with it, and tied a knot.

"Do you trust me?" I asked, and she said that she did. I told her to lay back and spread her pussy for me, which she obediently did. I stood back and watched her open herself up for me while I unzipped the backpack. "Play with yourself for me," I commanded, and she eagerly obliged. She rubbed her clit and easily slid a pair of fingers inside herself while I watched. "Taste yourself," I said, and she instantly complied.

"Do you like holding your pussy open for me?" I asked, and she nodded. I took one of her hands in mine and let my fingers trail slowly from her arm, over her wrist, and across her palms as she replied. "Good." I said, "You won't be able to tonight though," and I slipped the noose end of the rope I had removed from the backpack over her hand. I tightened it and showed her how pulling only made it tighter. It was soft rope, brightly colored and thick, but it still made a tight knot when she pulled against it. I pulled her hand toward her ankle by the rope, and looped the rope around her ankle several times before tying the end securely. I let this sink in for a moment in silence.

"How are you doing?" I asked. She was already shaking a little, but she said she was doing okay. "Remember your safe word?" I asked, and she nodded. I gently lifted her other hand, and slipped another noose over it. "I'm going to tie your other hand to your ankle," I informed her, "unless you tell me to stop. Are you telling me to stop?" I asked.

Her body was tense and her lips quivered as she thought about exactly how well she knew me, and about whether or not this was really a good idea. She wanted this, I could tell... but she was about to put herself completely under my power in her quest for sexual gratification. Was this a good idea?

"No," she said. "Say that again," I instructed. "Be clear. Do you want me to stop what I'm about to do to you?"

"No."

"You want this?"

"I want it."

I looped the rope around her ankle just as I had done on the other side. I stood back to admire her, on her back and tied up on her bed. She awkwardly crossed her knees, suddenly feeling self conscious about being blindfolded and naked. I gripped her knees and pulled her legs apart and ate her again. Her hands gripped the rope and pulled her legs apart for me as my tongue swirled across her clit and my fingers probed her G-Spot. Suddenly, I stopped and stood up.

"Remember telling me you had a rape fantasy, but weren't ready to try it yet?" I asked her. She tensed, but nodded. "You told me I could do anything to you I want, remember?" I asked... and I could see her body react to what she was realizing... yet she still nodded yes.

I lowered my voice to a menacing, taunting drawl, and said "Well what does what you are ready for have to do with what I want?"

Suddenly she stopped squirming and she became very still. The air was electric. Her lips parted slightly and I waited expectantly for her to use her safe word. Her tongue moistened her lips. They quivered. I held my breath.

"Nothing," she said. It was not our safe word.

Instantly I grabbed her by the hair and lifted her up into a sitting position. "Open," I said as I smacked her on the cheek, and she opened her mouth obediently. I took the rope and gently placed it in her mouth, and as she realized I was going to gag her she made the most erotic sound. It was partly a laugh partly of disbelief, partly of dread, partly of sheer desire. It was a sound that conveyed disbelief and acceptance... she was calling me audacious and agreeing at the same time. It was the sound of a woman turned on, scared, and making what she knows is probably a mistake in spite of herself.

"Are you ready for this?" I asked her, then leaning in I whispered "this might be your last chance to back out. How well do you know me again? Are you sure this is safe?" I taunted her and dared her to tell me to stop. "Tie it" was al that she said, so I did. I tied the rope through her mouth and laid her back on the bed.

Up until now, she had been excited and having fun, but now she had turned the corner and was enjoying the kind of thrill you get from bungee jumping, that butterflies-in-the-stomach sensation when you know what you're doing might get you killed, but you want the thrill so bad you can't think rationally, and you just trust in your good luck and go for it. The gag had changed things, and as she laid back wondering if she had gotten herself in too far I asked her something designed to really heighten her senses.

"There's only two kinds of girls who let themselves get tied up and blindfolded by guys they've only been fucking a few months," I began. "Horny, dirty sluts, and stupid girls who get themselves killed. Which kind are you?"

"I'm a horny dirty slut," she blurted out, as if she really thought that her answer would protect her from something. "Are you a dirty slut?" I asked. "Yes, yes," she replied instantly, "horny and dirty. Your dirty little slut." Something in her voice told me she was getting legitimately scared now. I waited for the safe word, but it didn't come. I could tell she was fighting it - pushing back her fear in her pursuit of sexual gratification. Giving herself to me so completely was the most erotic thing that anyone had ever done for me... but I wanted more.

"How do you know I'm not raping you if you don't ever tell me to stop?" I teased. "I might not stop if you tell me to. You'll never know if you don't say stop..." She shook her head no and through the rope grunted out "No. I want you to use me. Anything you want. I promised." Walking around to the side of her bed, I stroked her hair and told her she was a good little whore, my dirty little princess. Then I put headphones over her ears.

"You didn't consider this, did you," I teased, "being completely cut off from what's happening? Once I press play on this mp3 player, you will be completely isolated. Only your sense of touch will tell you what I'm doing. This is your last chance to back out."

She paused forever. She wanted this... this was more erotic than anything she'd ever done, and she wanted to know how it felt to let go of everything and free fall in a spiral of erotic pleasure, to ignore the voice screaming at her to run, and sink slowly into the warm, opiate-like embrace of sex and shame and danger... but she couldn't do it. She couldn't say the words.

"Tell me you want this," I said, and she did it.

"Gooood," I cooed. "Tell me you want this again," I said, and she did more quickly this time, convincing me she was ready. I laughed a little, and my tone told her I was surprised and impressed by her fortitude.

"Well, don't forget the safe word," I said, and turned on the player.

I wanted everything about tonight to have her off balance. We'd gotten high before going upstairs, and her head should have been spinning from that. Then the blindfold... and she never even saw the rope before I tied her hands to her ankles and gagged her with it. Now, she couldn't hear what I was doing either. Everything was designed to keep her from having anything at all to cling to, no familiar element to become a point of refuge for her as I bombarded her with new sensations. Even the music in the mp3 player was picked to be foreign and new to her- a French rapper, and a metal band from the Netherlands. Nothing she'd find comforting or familiar. Nothing to offer her any psychological refuge.

She was trembling now as if she were lying naked in the snow. I wondered if I was pushing her too far, but she could stop it at any time... yet she was equally afraid of trying to stop it and learning only then that I would not. I would never do that to her, but right now, at this moment... she wasn't so sure of that. Knowing that she had done all this to please me... she had placed herself completely into my hands, surrendered all control and literally placed her life at my feet for my pleasure... the desire in me was so strong that I was sure it was visible from the street as some electric cloud in her room. If you've never seen a woman push past her boundaries for you - if you've never watched a woman slowly crumble yet hold on simply because they know it is you, there, controlling them - if you've never had another human being trust you so intimately that they give themselves to you in this way... you can't really understand what I'm saying. Those who do understand it do so without any explanation being necessary.

Sweat was dripping off her body in spite of the cool temperature, and her feet trembled making her knees bounce. She didn't move a muscle other than the shaking, as I opened the package that had been delivered. I opened the second package and five cold stainless steel balls connected by a cord emerged. I ran the anal beads slowly up and down her stomach and she giggled and squirmed at their cold touch. I held them tightly in my hand to warm them and ate her. When the beads were warm, I gently worked them into her pussy, just this once - after tonight, they wouldn't be entering that part of her body again. She loved the sensation, and I hooked the pull ring over one of her big toes and watched her slowly pull the balls out, one by one.

I freed one hand and rolled her over before tying the hand behind her back by looping the rope around her waist. She knelt there, face ground into the pillow, while I let a thin stream of warming lube drip onto her ass. I watched it run down her body and leaned in to blow delicately on the lube, making her groan and squirm as it warmed. Overcome with lust, I spread her cheeks gruffly and twirled my tongue around the edge of her ass before shoving my tongue deeply into it. She groaned loudly and shuddered, and I fucked her tight asshole with my tongue until she was writing in ecstasy and moaning, desperate to be fucked.

I used my tongue to push the beads into her ass. The ball spread her hole wide, and my tongue went deeper into her than it ever had, sending her into spasms of desire. As the last ball slid inside her ass, I reached into the box and removed the second item, a gigantic rubber dick that was at least twice the size as mine. "You're in so much trouble," I said to her, but she couldn't hear me. She knew she was in trouble as the tip of the dildo entered her. "Oh GAWD" she moaned through the rope, as the head popped into her. Soon, I was fucking her with the giant dildo. I needed both hands to hold it. She loved it, and bucked her hips as I fucked her. Her asshole tensed and released as she savored the sensations of the balls.

Finally she came, and I pulled the balls out as she did. She nearly lost control, and I had to ease her to the bed so she didn't collapse awkwardly. I positioned her on her back, legs spread, and removed my camera and tripod from the backpack. Finally, as she lay there wondering what was next, she snapped. The sexual desire that had been driving her forward had been temporarily relieved, and now the voice telling her that this was not her, this dangerous, fate-tempting sex she was chasing. The trembling came back, stronger now, and her lips quivered. Every second she resisted was like an eternity to me. I could see her slowly coming unhinged, and knew she was fighting to be the best lover I had ever had. She was doing all this for me, and she was giving everything she had to stick it out.

"Okay, stop," she erupted, "I can't take this. Stop... Stop..." I was already moving to untie her, even before she used the safe word, because I knew when she was not acting. She'd stopped me once before, too, but that was when she was kicking dope, and having my belt around her neck like a leash and collar had freaked her out. I just held her the rest of that night, and let her know that she wasn't alone. Tonight was totally different.

She said the safe word just as I pulled the blindfold off of her eyes. They were wild with fear... sheer terror, in fact. It was at this moment that I realized how hard she had pushed herself. I would have to watch myself with this one, I decided. A guy could get used to a woman like this. I undid the gag and smiled at her. She seemed almost confused -as if she hadn't expected me to stop, or thought I would be disappointed. I was not. I was smitten.

"Do you want these off?" I asked, and tugged at the rope around her wrists and ankles. "No," she replied. "These I kind of like. I'm sorry I made you stop... it was just too intense. Are you okay with that?"

I just smiled. There she was, in a puddle of sweat from sheer terror, telling me she wanted to stay tied up but not blindfolded, and worrying about what I thought. What a sweetheart.

"Want to see what you look like sucking my cock?" I asked, and took the camera off the tripod. Straddling her, I turned the camcorder's screen around to face her, and slid my cock deep into her throat...