Kizz & Tell is a combination of item #17 on my Life List (Develop an erotic fiction web site) and a continuation of the G-spot column I used to write at The Women's Colony. From fantasies to frank discussion I'm just trying to re-create a really great conversation with your friends. I hope you'll join in!

Friday, August 13, 2010


Rated: R for sex and mild domination and bondage


One afternoon they were in his apartment, mostly naked, groping. He asked, “Do you trust me?”

She nodded.

Really trust me?”


And she did.

He passed his hand gently over her eyes to close them. She obediently lay back and waited. Soon there was a cold, heavy shock on her stomach, just above her panties, covered by his warm, strong hand. He moved her hand to the object and her eyes flew open. She couldn’t hold back the grin. Handcuffs. 
Heavy, steel, police issue handcuffs.

“I thought you said you didn’t…”

“I went, I got. Trust me still?”

She paused but just a moment. “Mmmmmm hmmmm.”

He pressed her head gently back onto the pillow and picked up the cuffs. He trailed the metal lightly up her torso, along her arm to her wrist. He snapped one cuff open and took his time fitting it to her wrist, checking to be sure she couldn’t slip free. Then he guided her arm above her head and slid the free cuff through the bars of the headboard. Next he brought her other wrist to meet its mate. By now he was straddling her panty-clad body and her back repeatedly arched for contact with him. She felt mute, as though the act of putting on the cuffs had locked up her voice as well. He smiled down at her, caressed her face then rolled over and got off the bed.

She was crestfallen, panicked, kept repeating in her mind, “I trust him. I really trust him. I do.”

He returned with a soft scarf and sat next to her on the bed. He doubled the material and held the feather light ends above her then proceeded to stroke her whole body with them. Shins, calves, thighs, belly button, ribs, breasts, arms, throat, face. He took her face in his hands and kissed her long and sweet and wet. She closed her eyes and didn’t try to open them until she felt the silk on her lids at which point she had to struggle with herself a little to keep them closed. He secured the blindfold carefully so her hair wasn't pulled. In her panic she couldn’t help smiling. She had no idea what he’d do next. It seemed like forever before she felt fingers at the elastic of her panties. He traced the outlines, set brief kisses in the creases where her legs met her body. Then, excruciatingly slowly, began to slide them down her wriggling legs.

The phone rang. 

He reached up to her face and pulled the blindfold down. He tightened it so it fully covered her mouth. She was confused and desperate, trying to pull her hand through the heavy metal rings. He held them still with one hand as he picked up the handset with the other.

It was Theresa. They both knew it had to be. She was worried about a presentation she had to give, not being much of a public speaker. She talked him through her drawings. He soothed, supported, he encouraged, he advised in detail.

Mags wanted nothing more than to get out of the room. She was nauseated, she wanted to cry, she so didn’t want to cry in front of him. All she could do was beg with her eyes and he wasn’t even looking. She couldn’t hold it in. The tears poured down her temples, slid soggily into her ears. But she remained silent. She could have cried out, even with the homemade gag but she didn't. She never made a sound.

Finally he hung up. “I love you. Bye.”

When he turned to look at her she crawled away the only way she could, by closing her eyes. He was very still and quiet. She couldn’t stop crying so she didn’t open her eyes. She just felt. He removed the scarf. He finished sliding the cotton panties off her legs. He keyed open the metal and drew her arms down. Then, before she could curl away, he lay his full, naked length against her, sliding one leg between hers, enveloping her in strong arms. He propped himself on his elbows over her then and stroked her face.

He stroked the tears old and new, he touched her eyes.

“Open.” He whispered.

She did, letting loose a new flood of salt water.

He looked into her wet, blue eyes. Never wavering he parted her legs and slid gently, surely inside her. 

One small sob escaped as she felt him fit in. She wriggled her hands up to hold his face, hold him to her. At his first full thrust she kissed him, never closing her eyes, never leaving his lips until they came.

Apology accepted.

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