You have finally arrived home after a day's work, you put your key in the lock and the door opens. You immediately are filled with the scent of candles and the lights are off. You walk into the flat wondering what's going, you feel my hands slip around your waist from behind you. You feel my breath on your neck, and I run my hands up and down your chest pulling you against me.
“I hope you like surprises,” I whisper in your ear, my hand sliding down your jeans and squeezing gently on your cock, pressing my lips against your neck kissing and gently biting down. I take my hands away from your body and as you try to turn around I push you back, facing away from me. You feel around behind you realising that I'm only in my underwear, I put my hands across your eyes, stroking your face before securing a blindfold.
You're aware that I'm not behind you anymore, and you hear some movement behind you then a thud of wood, on floor boards as I place a chair behind you. I stand in front of you and you place your hands around my waist and try and kiss me, I bite your bottom lip playfully and push you down onto the chair. You feel me straddle your lap, my feet barely touching the floor. You run your hands up and down my thighs, and I let out a soft moan against your neck. You feel my finger against your lower back pulling at your shirt, then lifting it up over your head careful not to move the blindfold, then tossing it on the floor. I lean into you, kissing your neck again grinding against you a little. Your hands are holding onto my back pushing me harder against you, they move to my bra clasp. I grab your wrists and push them behind the back of the chair tying them together with a strip of material. You know that you could get free if you wanted to but you don't. I get up from your lap kissing your forehead and walking round behind you. I use another strip to secure your wrists to the back of the chair, this time you know you can't get free. I pull at the string on your blindfold and it comes loose but it's still covering your eyes. You shake your head a little and
I don't agree with tinkerbell - in this single instance I think it adds to the
story. Lilypad and others also have used the first person with success. Well
done.
Your story developed well and the erotica was hot. I would have preferred a variation
of starting a sentence with 'I' or 'You" perhaps a little juggle with your sentence
construction could solve this. Look forward to reading more from you.