Fuzzy Handcuffs
From Torg Adventure
You arrive at {LAST_NAME}’s house, still unsure of what she really has in store for you. All she really said was that she wanted to get to some excitement. You’re not really sure what kind of things {LAST_NAME} is into, but you are sure that they can’t be that bad if she was into that hot sex in the movie theatre. As your mind goes back to those tender (or not so tender, if you know what I mean) moments, your semi-hard manhood throbs. You still aren’t sure what she has in store, but it no longer seems to matter so much, because you are sure that whatever it is will be good, and whatever it is will most likely help to calm the hunger for her that is slowly rising within you.
You are pulled out of your car by the wrist as {LAST_NAME} brings you to the door of her house. It seems that she’s a bit eager to get you inside. You think about resisting a bit just to tease her a little, keep her waiting, after all, it’s always sweeter if you have to wait for it. In the end, your need to have her overpowers your desire to tease her and you just let her lead you into her house, and up the stairs just inside the front door. From a few quick glances, it looks like there is no one in the house other than the two of you. You try to remember if she told you that her parents were going to be out of town, but really details like that don’t seem so important at the moment. Not when the fiery haired vixen is pulling on your wrist, obviously as eager to get “down to business” as you are.
She smiles mischievously at you as the two of you stop at your destination, or so you assume. It’s a pink door at the top of the stairs, and you can only assume that the room beyond belongs to {LAST_NAME}. You are a bit curious to see what state her room is in, and see what other kinds of things she is interested in, well, other than Mr. Happy who is still hiding in your pants. You really aren’t sure why, but you had expected her door to be a darker color, and expected even more that her room would have the essence of the goth stereotype. Perhaps it was just a misconception about drama geek girls.
When she pushes the door open, pulling you in behind her you are less than overwhelmed. You had expected something more, but instead you walk into her room to find a very normal, and reasonably clean room. In a corner is a guitar stand, with an acoustic guitar standing in it, just beyond that is what appears to be a spire bed. It seems like an odd choice for a girl who doesn’t appear to share her room with anyone, but you aren’t going to say anything about it yet. Along the wall that the spire bed is facing is a TV which is hooked up to what appears to be several video game systems. On one side of the TV is a dresser, on the other side is a desk with a computer on top of it. You smile softly at the simplicity of the room, and at how it almost reminds you of your own room.
{LAST_NAME} smiles softly as she wanders over to her bed and flops down on top of it, “Ah…home sweet home.” She lifts her head to look up at you, while slowly unbuttoning the green blouse, “So…you ready for a bit more action?” Her eyebrows raise a little.
You smile softly as you walk over to her, “You bet, but first, lets look around, see what sorts of things you keep in a room like this, hmmm?”
{LAST_NAME} laughs softly, “I don’t think you’ll find anything really exciting lying around out here though.”
You walk over to her and smile as you look into her eyes and then open the top drawer of a bedside table that you hadn’t paid much attention to when you had immediately walked into the room. When you look down at the contents of the drawer that you have just opened you wonder how you didn’t notice the bedside table immediately. Inside the drawer is what appears to be a small collection of different dildos, what looks like silk strips, and a few different pairs of handcuffs, some varying in design. {LAST_NAME} is blushing slightly as she looks from the bedside table to you.
“Well…look what I found.” You grab a couple of pairs of fuzzy handcuffs from within the drawer and hold them up so that {LAST_NAME} can see them, “I thought you said I wouldn’t find anything exciting.”
She looks like she is about to make some sort of response, but you silence her by pushing her down against the bed, pulling yourself on top of her. You wonder briefly if she meant for you to find her little drawer of kinks. Maybe this was all part of her plan from the beginning. You smile as you mash your lips down against hers in a sloppy, yet heavy kiss. She struggles a bit to kiss back, but really that isn’t what you are paying attention to. Your hands have taken a hold of her wrists, and in a few moments you’ve moved them into place. You press your lips down against hers a bit harder to bring her concentration away from what your hands are doing and keep her focused on the kiss instead. After that it only takes a few moments before you have the fluffy handcuffs secured around her wrists, and around the spires that come up from the top of her bed.
As you break the kiss you notice that her eyes flash with shock, and what you also recognize as lust. She likes being submissive, likes being tied up. She wants you to dominate her, to control her. She wants this. She wants you. You smile softly as you gently run your hand over her cheek. Yeah, you were going to totally blow her mind tonight. You look over at digital clock on the bedside table and wonder for a moment if your mom is going to expect you home eventually. She’ll understand if you don’t come home, you suppose. She’s usually pretty cool like that. The other thing that you begin to wonder is how long you are going to be able to pound into the girl beneath you, and how many times you are going to have her scream out your name in orgasmic bliss before the night is over. You throb in your pants again, just as the thought of her body writhing beneath you, her helpless to stop you, not that she’d want to. You can’t wait to hear her cry out your name over and over again.
The only question now is how to start.
Where to start?
