This story makes better sense if you read part 1 first. Previous consent was given to all activities described in this post.
Samantha laid on the bed, arms tied above her head and ankles tied apart, wondering what will happen to her next. Cesar was a man of few words, she knew, and asking him questions while he’s concentrating on bondage was futile. It would only frustrate him.
All her fidgeting earlier must have interrupted his rest, she realized. When he had left the room she thought he went to sleep someplace else, given how active her movements were, but she was wrong. He came back with rope, and tied her up just as she was drifting off to sleep.
Her skin felt flushed and prickly from the humidity even though she took a cool, soothing shower before bed.
To distract herself, she looked at the sky through a crack in the blinds. It was late; the pale light from the moon implied a time for stillness and slumber.
Samantha tried to fall asleep again. She turned this way and that, moved pillows into different locations, and pulled her hair up into a messy ponytail on top of her head. Still, sleep remained elusive.
Maybe I should just get up, she contemplated before deciding to kick the bed-sheet off her body. Satisfied with her overt nudity exposed to the cool air of the air conditioning, she laid back down into her pillows.
She always went to bed naked; there was something very sensual about the softness of the bed-sheet and how it slid off her body each time she moved.
Samantha understood that nudity was expected here. She no longer had a choice; she gave this up willingly and with consent any time she was invited to sleep in this bed. Back at home, perhaps out of a newly formed habit, she chose to sleep the same.
So I’m stuck in lockdown again. Naturally, my mind is in overdrive and I have all sorts of kinky things going through my head. Given the extra free time, I may churn out a few more stories here on this blog.
The Man from the South is now an ebook at Smashwords! (to load to your Kindle use the mobi extension)
Many of you have taken the time to like, comment and email me when I posted this story on my blog. I thank you for your readership, your time to like and comment, and especially your enthusiasm; without you, this book would not be possible. You know who you are. 🙂
Thank you especially to Eric, JP and John for your inspirations, ideas and, in some cases, clarification relating to consent, kink and BDSM practices. I ❤ you more than I can say.
This is the continuing story of Alexandra and Andrew, two platonic friends succumbing to curiosity, desire and sexual tension. In the previous chapter (part 2) they were planning a day trip to explore some properties for a future project of Andrew’s. Before that (part 1) Alexandra fantasized about a sexual experience with her friend which led to a frustrating night without relief.
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The cabin looked inviting with its big stone fireplace and the huge framed windows. But it was the scenery through the windows that enhanced the seductive atmosphere; nothing but trees and water.
“There’s a lot of privacy here,” Andrew said, reading Alexandra’s mind. Quickly, she turned to give him a sly smile.
“Sure is,” she agreed before turning her attention back to the window.
Tossing and turning isn’t going to help me get some rest, Alexandra thought as she rolled around on the big futon, trying to stay underneath the warmth of the electric blanket.
It was cold in the room, but warm in the bed. Her skin tingled. She kept thinking about him, how they left it last time they were together. How the pull to join, with lips and pussy and cock, had increased in strength and intensity.