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Six Month Anniversary
Date: 6/11/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: PlayfullyPervy, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories
Earlier that morning, Ben had woken up feeling drowsy and cuddly, as he often did next to his girlfriend, Jessica. It was the morning of their 6-month anniversary, and he was getting more and more comfortable getting dirtier and dirtier. He had always had a thing for sex in public places. He wasn’t an exhibitionist, but there was something sexy about sneaking into a public bathroom or a dark corner of a library for a quickie. The week before, on the walk home from a hip hop club where they were grinding and making out at all night, he had pulled her in to a side street and fingered her until she came. Those sorts of things he had always been comfortable with, but the last few weeks he had become more and more curious about other things. He slapped girls asses and had done some light biting and dirty talk, but there were parts of dominance that made him uncomfortable and he had been hesitant to truly explore it. He had gotten tastes though, that had piqued his interest. One girl he had been with had enjoyed being face fucked, and he liked pounding away at her mouth and then cumming while she licked his balls and came down her throat. Aside from the physicality of it, getting to both thrust and get a blowjob, there was something about the dominance and dirtiness that turned him on, that he didn’t have to hold back any of his masculine aggression. But, it wasn’t the type of thing he could enjoy with a girl who was doing it for his sake, so he had only done it with the one ... girl, Jane, an unassuming English PhD student who he had hooked up with for a few weeks before they parted ways amicably. He had done the biting and the spanking and his girlfriend had enjoyed them and indicated subtly that she was game for more. So, for their anniversary, he had decided to buy her a kinky gift. He went online and bought two pairs of Velcro hand cuffs (one for each bed post). He had done some research, and these seemed like a good place to start. They had arrived the night before and he had taken them out of the box and played with them for a while, joking around about being a criminal and telling the cops to go fuck themselves. “I didn’t do it!” he yelled, “I’m innocent.” He wanted the night to be special, so he took the afternoon off from work and went grocery shopping. While she was still at work, he began to make risotto. He chopped the onions and fried them in the butter, then poured in the Arborio rice. Once it got glistening, he began ladling in the stock, half a cup at a time. While he waited for each ladle to get soaked up in the rice, he chopped up vegetables for a salad and threw some more into a pan to put in the risotto. When the rice was almost cooked, he threw in a bunch of parmesan, mixed in the vegetables, twisted some pepper on top and mixed it up. “Voila,” he said, and then began making the table and getting everything ready. He looked at his watch. She should be home soon. He was focused because he wanted her to be impressed by dinner, and ...