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Handcuff and Use Me
Let me present myself to you like a platter
I click a handcuff around my tiny wrists. The soft carpet crawls in between my toes as I walk. A locking sound greets my ears and I test the handcuffs hold. The cold metal sends chills down my spine. A text illuminates my phone’s screen in light. I push it with my one free hand.
“Five minutes out. I want you handcuffed and ready to be fucked.”
I play the difficult game of handcuffing myself behind my back. My shoulders ache at the feeling. A deep intake of breath is taken inside of my lungs. With a long whoosh I hook the other handcuff to my right wrist. My knees touch the carpet. It has a cotton candy texture and my hips ache at the crunched position. My heels tuck underneath my body.
I’m like this because he mentioned an erotica story he read. We both came across it. The woman tied herself up and waited for his arrival. He then took her and fucked her viciously and deliciously. That salaciousness that is just too good not to turn fantasy into reality. I decided to take matters into my own hands. Where I would be completely at his mercy.
I wait like this. My nerves are set abuzz for his arrival. There’s an ache that starts as a dull throbbing. It migrates from my knees into my shoulders. The pulsing within my pussy annoyingly persists…
