A few years ago, I started to translate my more informational blog posts into English. And today I noticed that the English part of my blog is taking of seriously. Already one third of my visited pages is on the English part of this website. Woohoo, indeed.
On the Dutch part, I post quite some erotic short stories. And with this post, I want to make a start with writing erotica in English. Tell me what you think!
The way she kicked out her shoes, should have told me. It wasn’t the shoes fault, but still.
“How was your day, luv?”
That sentence. Why, though? Was it merely out of a habit, that I used to ask that same thing every time she came home from work? Did I have nothing else to say? Mary didn’t answer. Instead, she came towards me and let her body fall against me. Her head bumped my shoulder. Her arms down like she was a rag doll.
“That bad, huh?”
She just nodded. Working as a nurse can be quite demanding at times. I didn’t need the details. She told me so many times before. She just needed a safe haven.
It was at least a decade ago, that she came to me like this for the first time. Stressed. Tired. Frustrated. The big difference though was that that first time, she was angry. Every muscle in her body was tensed and I had to restrain her with both arms, or she would have broken some furniture and dishware. We talked for hours about what was bothering her and how I could help. Of course, I couldn’t. At least, not in making her work less stressful. But then she suggested that I could help in some way. She had noticed that if I restrained her with my arms, she calmed down. So we discussed how we could let of some steam, by strapping her to the bed.
We are a lot further now. I mean, we’re older. You know. My body is beyond any entertaining level. I’ve started to accept my man boobs and belly and I have to shave hairs at places where no one should even have hairs growing. Mary has a hard time accepting the changes of time. When she looks in the mirror, all she sees is a huge monster that ate her younger her, and then some. She used to have a full head of hair, but now it looks like her thin flaxen hair that was hanging in little tails.
You just know when you are getting old when you can’t remember the last time you were intimate. Let alone the last time he asked me to restrain her. And for some reason I didn’t want to be the one to suggest it. That would have felt like it was me who needed the outlet.
“Can you …?”
Again, Mary nodded. Silently we walked upstairs. And while I started to look for the tools, she undressed, her back turned to me. My god, where was the plastic Tesco bigbag containing the ropes and other stuff we had collected over the years? It should have been somewhere in this closet. When I finally found it and turned around, Mary was already laying on the bed. Arms and legs spread. A couple of cushions onder her pelvis. If it wasn’t so sad to see her being so tired of all the shit she had to put up with, it was kind of erotic.
I tried to get the ropes out of the bag, but everything in there was entangled. So I just turned the bag over and dropped everything on the floor. I guess I got a little tensed. Mary was in need of my help and I didn’t want to keep her waiting. Or was it that I was afraid that the momentum would pass, and the chance of intimacy would go away before it would have even started?
It took me ten meters of black silky rope to tie her to the bed. She pulled the ropes with her arms and legs, only to notice to her satisfaction that they were tight enough. I noticed how her back muscles flexed.
“You want …?”
Again she nodded. We’ve done this a hundred times. A fished the blindfold out of the pile of junk on the floor and gently placed it over her head.
“And, uhm …”
Mary just wet her lips.
“Right”, I whispered. Now where is that ball? It should be easy to find, because if I remember correctly, it is the only red thing in the otherwise pile of black and steel stuff. Ah, there it is. Anticipatingly, mary opened her mouth and I tightened the straps around her neck. I checked if it wasn’t too tight by squeezing some fingers in between.
Again, that nodding.
To me, mary already looked like a piece of art. Her butt was sticking up and her back was arched. I noticed how she tensed and relaxed the muscles in her body. Now it was time to look for that little whip. She used to enjoy it when I tapped her buttocks with it. Before the first stroke I gently rubbed the leather end against her skin. Did she actually moan?
The skin on her cheeks started to run red from the patting, but I could still notice the strain in her body. It was time to move on. The lube must have been cold when I dripped it straight from the bottle onto her booty. Yet I did not apologize. I just used my warm hands to spread it over her red skin and between her crack. She arched her back a little more, pushing her butt even more up, allowing me to wet her tight opening with lube. Carefully I pushed the tip of my finger in.
Mary tried to answer, but the gag prevented anything else but some mumbling coming out of her throat. I took this for a ‘yes’. While my hands were rubbing her pink skin, my feet were going through the rest of the pile on the floor. Rope, belts, straps, leashes. There it was. I had forgotten the weight of the hook as I took it of the floor. When I placed the bulby end to her little tight hole, she pushed her butt up. She was almost as impatient as I was, but I knew I had to be cautious. Nevertheless, it only took a few seconds before her sphincter almost sucked the metal ball in.
Now I started to attach some more rope to the hook and wrapped it under her armpits, over her back again. She shivered and tried to say something that resembled ‘fuck me’, but I chose to ignore that, even though I wanted nothing less. I knew I had to make her beg.
The good thing about the wand was that it did not run on batteries, but went straight into the wall socket. After all this time, the batteries would have been dead. Mary started to whine and howl when I even put it on the first setting against her clit. The ropes tightened around her wrists and ankles.
“I know you want this, luv”, I whispered, which she undoubtedly did not hear over the buzzing noise of the vibrator. Holding the wand in one hand, and the ropes attached to the hook in the other, I looked around. Not sure what was looking for. I guess it was inspiration. Mary seemed to be in another universe. Shaking. Moaning. Whining. Trying to move and challenge my knots.
The sound of the head of the wand changed because of the intimate moist. Her pelvis was trembling and I could hear from her groaning that a climax was close. Now it was time to grant her her wish from minutes earlier.
As hasty as I could, I opened my pants and knelt between her legs. As I pushed in, I could feel the head of the hook against my thick glans. Mary sighed and made a noise resembling ‘harder’, but I did not need any encouragement. As I pulled the rope, the hook penetrated her even more and I fucked her. Hard. For the first time this evening, I did not think about her needs. I was just going for my own relief. Yet, it was undeniable that Mary exploded just before I did.
When I brought her a cup of tea and tucked her in, she thanked me with her eyes.
“Indian or nachos? Indian, right?”
There was did nod again. Mary and I needed little words and she was content that I knew how to comfort her.
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