One dark and stormy night, I wait anxiously for you to come home from work. My body is aching, so full of the nervous, excited energy that fills my every nerve and every sense. It is 6:00pm on Friday and you are due home any minute. I hear you pull into the driveway and I race to greet you at the door. As you walk in, dripping wet from the pouring rain, you grab me hard and kiss me passionately. You go into the bathroom to change into something dry as I break open a bottle of Montrachet to have with dinner, struggling regain my composure.

After dinner, as we sit on the floor sipping the remainder of the wine, you start to stroke my face gently. Gradually, you work your way down my neck to my shoulder as your hand trails off my searing hot skin. I stop mid-sentence, unable to speak as I am frozen in pleasure, my heart begins to race and my flesh is flooded with sensation. You instruct me to turn around so you can massage my shoulders. While I sit there, enveloped in anticipation, your hands begin to wander. In gently controlled movements, you move your hands to the sides of my breasts and down slowly to my hips. Your hands find their way forwards and you start rubbing my inner thighs. At your touch, I almost burst in wetness, dripping at every stroke. Occasionally, by deliberate accident, your fingers brush against my throbbing pussy. I gasp at the pleasure of your strokes. Noticing this you move away and tell me to wait in the bedroom naked. Eagerly, I do as you ask and remove my clothing but for a lacy black and maroon French style g-string.

When you arrive into the room with more wine you notice that I still have a g-string on and scold me for being naughty and tell me that I will be punished for it. I giggle and flash my eyes at you, making your cock throb in your pants. You get out the restraints and proceed to tie my arms down on the bed, leaving my legs free to twist and writhe in pleasure. You get a glass of chilled wine and pour it all over my dripping pussy and start licking at me through my g-string. My hips start bucking under you as each sensation makes my senses flare. Proceeding to my breasts, you lick and suck your way around my body. You reach for the knife you bought in with the wine and gently maneuver it underneath my g-string. In one swift movement, you cut my g-string and rip it off. Licking and sucking and biting, you begin to devour my pussy. Your tongue prodding deep into my hot hole as you begin to fondle my anus with your fingers. Sensing that I am on the verge of orgasm, you get up and leave me there hot and waiting, almost screaming.

About fifteen minutes later, you return with some ice and a towel. You grab my legs and lift my arse off the bed as you slide the towel under and begin to put the restraints on my legs. I am filled with excitement in