Maaaan. Just thinking back on it…it’s been about 5 years now. Five years since we were first dating and she confronted me…well, “explained to me” would probably be a better phrase, really, about her love of being tied up and gagged…
Ugh; I was SUCH a child in the way I reacted. Just seemed so foreign, right? So odd and off…didn’t know what to make of this girl. So, when she told me what she liked doing for sex, handed me a length of rope and put her back to me, crossing her wrists as she did so; I wasn’t sure what to think. I mean, this wasn’t “normal”, right? But what IS “normal” anymore, really? The first people in the country, the Puritans, would be SHOCKED at the mini-skirt as they were offended if even a woman’s ANKLE was showing. So, how Puritan was I behaving as, being shocked by what my woman wants? And aren’t I supposed to be meeting those needs as the man she’s chosen as hers? We all have our little quirks, right?
So, I tied her wrists…good and tight. Made me wonder what kind of access she’d just given to me, so I sat behind her and started fondling her breasts…she said nothing and her breath quickened. Finally, she just said, “That’s right…do what you want, babe…I’m completely yours, and there’s no place I’d rather be…” and that turned out to be our, at the time, hottest night as a couple. We’ve had a LOT of those since then…”hottest night as a couple”, that is.
Oh, right. Here I am monologing and it’s “Tickle Night”; her favorite. You’ll have to excuse me…
Arielle Lane for today.