1. The Blindfold Game


    Date: 7/4/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Erotica, Oral Sex, Threesome, Voyeurism, Young, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 87.8, Source: sexstories.com

    Suddenly I could hear the high-pitched ring of my cell phone in my purse. It went into voicemail. And then it started again. “Marc!” I called again, feeling annoyed that he had left me still bound. I struggled against my wrist restraints and suddenly realized that he had loosened them just enough for me to slide out of them. I freed one hand, and then the other, feeling the blood rushing through my shoulders and arms again and sighing at the sudden relief. I twisted myself around to a sitting position on the bed, and quickly untied the blindfold covering my eyes. Where the hell had he gone? I looked around the room in a daze. The candles were still burning, but Marc was nowhere to be found. I pulled my legs up against me and undid the ropes around my ankles, just in time for my cell phone to go off again. I quickly slid off the bed, scrambling to my feet, and on shaky legs I went to my purse to retrieve my incessantly ringing phone. Impatient to catch this obviously insistent caller before the last ring sent them to voicemail again, I flipped it open. “Hello?” I cried with annoyance. “Babe, its me!” I could hear Marc’s frantic voice. “Marc? Where are you?” “I’m so sorry. I got stuck in this ...
    meeting at work. I couldn’t get out of it. I tried to reach you, but I figured you were already on your way. Jenna I’ll make it up to you I swear.” My mind was buzzing with confusion, feeling like I had just walked into the twilight zone. I couldn’t make sense of anything he was saying. Was this part of another game? “What the hell are you talking about Marc?” “I told Ryder I was going to be late. I told him to invite you in and make you a drink until I got home. Didn’t he tell you? Aren’t you at the house right now?” I froze. It was around that time, that I heard the loud audible slam of the front door. “Jenna?” I hung up the phone and rushed to the front bedroom window that overlooked the street below. There, crossing the front lawn, I caught a flash of that familiar dark mop of hair. He was in jeans and a white shirt, and his face looked up almost instinctively and our eyes met. Ryder gave me a rueful grin and winked. My mouth hung open, as though caught in a moment of suspended animation. I was in utter and complete disbelief. And yet, for reasons that were beyond my comprehension at the time, I couldn’t stop the slow smile from spreading across my face. *** The End *** pics,....http://goo.gl/vSxSLn
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