1. Fantasy and Reality


    Date: 8/2/2017, Categories: Hardcore, Author: mike8253, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    greatly enjoying the experience. “Have you ever done that?” She asked in a soft voice. “I have.” Sandra seemed surprised at my quick and direct response. “What was it like? What did you do?” Our waiter served our entree, ogling Sandra’s cleavage once again as he positioned each plate on the table. He took an even closer look as he poured more wine into her glass. It gave me time to think about my answer. I kept my response general, not wanting to offer details of my sexual experiences with other women. I did include enough specifics to convey that I had, indeed, restrained more than one lady during sex. I leaned forward, and with a quickening heart beat, I whispered that I had particularly enjoyed teasing the ladies until they could take no more and begged for some relief. Sandra’s eyes widened, she stopped chewing her food, and her face flushed. There followed a sufficient period of silence that I thought maybe I had said too much; raised a topic that she did not care for; or, said something that made her uncomfortable. I could feel my heart beating in my chest, and in those few seconds of silence, a slight gloss of regret sweat broke out on my forehead. “Michael, that’s my biggest sexual fantasy.” Sandra whispered across the table, with more than a hint of excitement mixed with a slight flush of embarrassment. “Being tied up?” I asked. “Being tied up and teased.” She replied, looking around the room to see if anyone was listening to her private disclosure. I welcomed the ...
    waiter’s interruption, asking if everything was okay, pouring more wine, and not too subtly eyeing Sandra’s breasts. “How serious are you about it?” I asked, after the waiter had departed. “What are you proposing?” She coyly asked with a little smile and glint in her eye. “You and I exploring your fantasy,” I paused for a second or two, and then leaned across the table so she would be sure to hear me. “Interested?” Sandra stared down at her plate and moved some food around with her fork. “Tonight?” She asked, looking around once again to see if anyone was listening. “Yes. Tonight.” Another pause as she eyed the food on her plate again. “Yes,” she said with conviction, not caring who might hear her. It was only one word; one affirmative response. Yet in that one word Sandra expressed her excitement, nervousness, and eagerness to be restrained and pleasured. Nothing was said for another long minute or two. “I need to say something, and please don’t take it the wrong way,” Sandra finally said, looking uncomfortable. “I need it to be rough.” She stared at me looking for a reaction. “Rough?” I asked, emphasizing my question with a tilt of my head and raised eyebrows. “We shouldn’t talk about it now.” She said, looking nervously around the dining room. If Sandra had just said something positive about wanting to be restrained, and suggested that she might be interested in some rough play as well, I would have been more than excited, and rushed to finish dinner so we could get home. ...
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