Sensation: always game for good sex

She couldn’t open her eyes to see because there was a blindfold on her. What the hell? She tried to reach up and yank it off but realized her hands were tied down.  Her thoughts went from curiosity to fear.  She couldn’t even get up.

“Frankie?”

Only silence.

“Frankie? … Come on!  Arrrgggh!”  She struggled to pull her hands free, twisting her body back and forth. She realized she was totally naked with no covers and wondered if she was in her own bed. Her hands could definitely feel a mattress but her pillow was gone.

Oh, realization kicked in. The room filled with her laughter. “Oh, I get it, Frankie, my love. If this is my payback for the Fifty Shades series then come on and pleasure me. I am ready and willing.” She relaxed and spread her legs.

Moments went by building her anticipation. She listened and realized that there was really not silence in the room. She could hear some soft piano music playing somewhere off to her right.

“Hello? Honey, are you here?”

Still no response but she heard the AC kick on. She briefly felt chills spread up her body which made her again wonder if she should feel fear.  What the hell?

She could suddenly smell something tropical as if a room freshener was plugged in. The scent, and soft music, this had to be something erotic.

A soft click interrupted her thoughts as if a door opened and then she heard it again. Someone must have come in and shut the door behind them.

“Frankie, is that you, honey?”

She jumped when she felt softness on her foot. It was as if someone had a furry glove on and they slowly rubbed it up the outside of her leg to her thigh and down the inside of her leg. She relaxed with a smile knowing it absolutely had to be Frankie.

It started again but this time down the outside of her other leg. It went down to the bottom of her foot, and then slowly started up the inside of her leg causing her to feel a sudden gush of wetness knowing that glove was slowly traveling upward. At the inside of her knee she shivered hardly able to contain her excitement. Her fists clenched open and closed in her effort to keep her body still with the erotic sensations.

She no longer worried and let the softness of the music and the magical glove take her where she needed to be. She couldn’t help but open her leg a little more for the soft glove. What a guy Frankie was!

The soft glove finally, maddeningly made it but just sensually smoothed right over her moistness and on to her stomach making its way to her breast to stimulate her nipple with its softness. She was dying to have him cup her breast and squeeze when she felt his lips kiss and then take her nipple softly into his mouth  She couldn’t contain a moan when he sucked roughly and nipped with his teeth.

“God, honey…”

A hand went carefully over her mouth to stop her from talking and she was always game when it came to good sex so she stopped to just experience the sensations.

She waited for it to start up again but could only hear the soft purr of the AC and the music playing. She was so excited wondering what he had planned next.

One hand at a time was untied and pulled above her head only to be tied again when she realized that the ties were also soft and fur lined. No one could be trying to hurt her, she only felt loved.

Her hips were gently lifted as a pillow was pushed under lifting her pelvic area up. Gentle kisses rained across her jaw and chin as hands cupped and squeezed her breasts. His lips closed over a taught nipple while a warm hand spread across her belly causing her to suck her breathe in.

That same hand cupped her womanhood feeling her warm wetness. His finger slipped deep into the moisture at the same moment as he sucked in her nipple and squeezed her breast with a roughness that even if it did leave finger marks, she would wear them with pride.

His lips left her breast and joined his hand at that part of her that made her a woman. It was all so warm and her heart was beating so fast. It was but moments before she felt that uplifting feeling start to build until she couldn’t take it anymore. Her hips lifted into his mouth just as the white fireworks exploded behind the blindfold. A warm blanket floated across her body to settle comfortably around her and she just relaxed into its snuggly warmth.

She opened her eyes to stretch and was in her bed with pajamas and no handcuffs or blindfold. She looked around. No Frankie and no piano music.

“Frankie?” Her eyes went to the bedside clock. Eight o’clock? Wow, she slept in an extra hour. She could thank Frankie for that. The smell of fresh coffee wafted under her nose.

She hurried downstairs to find Frankie in the kitchen at the counter with a cup of coffee. She wrapped her arms around his back and purred a soft thank you into his neck.

“What’s this all about?” he sat the coffee down and turned in her arms to kiss her good morning.

“Thanks for last night, it was wonderful. And I owe you one. ” She popped another kiss onto his lips.

“What did we do? I didn’t get anything; you were asleep when I came in last night.” He genuinely looked confused.

“Okay, if that’s what you want. I can pretend it wasn’t you.”

“You must have had a good dream.” He smacked her ass and went back to his coffee.

She went upstairs wondering if it all could have been a dream. It sure felt real. But weird.

She dropped her pajamas to the bathroom floor and popped her toothbrush into her mouth. There in the mirror she could see the bluish, purpley beginnings of a man-sized finger shaped bruise across her left breast and she stopped brushing to lean in to the mirror and look at it. Yep, that’s a finger all right. She smiled a happy smile and rinsed her teeth before hopping into the shower with a contented feeling.

She was always game when it came to good sex.